Here' s mine---

Im 13, opening morning of shotgun season here in illinois. My dad takes me to my stand, which I picked out myself. I knew a little about hunting, just from magazines and stuff. Dad makes sure I' m setup , safe, and ready and he walks across the field. About 5 min later a 120" 9 pointer walks up and I shoot. My dad wasn' t even to his stand yet. From that moment on I' ve been the lucky one every year.

good thread