Well, i took my first deer when i was twelve. but i can remember the events better than any other deer i have shot. I grew up on a farm in east central alabama, not really known for their big deer. but i knew we had a few on our place. considering that my dad had not killed them all. well, my dad and i had been wachting some timber all summer, and had watched a nice eight point browse along the feild line for some time. so we put up a two person ladder stand, and waited until the season opener. about 15 minutes into the season, here came the same buck fedding down the edgerow. i raised my gun and BLAM!! nothing happened. the deer just stood there. i started crying so bad. and my dad started saying SHOOT SHOOT!! well i tried with all the tears in my eyes. and i didn' t miss this time. hit him right in the heart, he didn' t run 2 yards. i haven' t killed one that means more to me or my dad.