Not my first hunt... but my first buck while hunting with my father.

It was a snowy morning on opening day of buck season quite a few years ago. My father and I staged up on the side of the mountain in a makeshift ground blind. We saw deer after deer that were moving down below us a little out of range. At lunch time we busted out our cold frozen lunches and ate together. After we were finished, he told me to go down the hill so I could get a better chance at the deer that had been going low all morning. As the end of the hunting day neared I look up at my father who has is gun raised and is scoping a deer 100 yards straight in front of him. This deer didn' t come down low like the others. As i' m contently watching my dad, he lifts his head, looks at me, and points for me to put a bead on the deer. As I look through the scope, I' m able to place a large spike antler on bucks head. I lift my head to look at my father and he gives me a suttle ' thumbs up' for me to take him. The buck stops perfectly broadside, I put the cross hairs right behind the shoulder and let one fly. The deer drops like a ton of bricks! I put another shell in the chamber and put the safety on and slowly started up the hill. As I reach my father' s stand, we are both shaking in excitement. He exclaimed to me that if that buck would have came any closer, he would have had to shoot it before it ran over him! LOL!

What a day! I remember it like it was yesterday. I wish I could still share those experiences with him.

Good Luck,
-BJ