I got my first deer in 1997 when I was 12. It was my first day hunting ever and it was the Michigan bow opener on October 1st. I had been in the woods for about 50 minutes and it was just after 6 pm, I was in a treestand about 15 feet up at the edge of a field. I heard crunching behind me and slowly turned my head towards the sound and saw a button buck staring at me.My heart was pounding in my ears and the buck kept walking down the trail towards the field. When its head passed behind a tree I stood up all the way. The deer stopped and put its head down and I came to full draw. I shot and it entered cleanly behind the shoulder for a double lung shot. I was shooting a mere 38# bow and the arrow did not exit on the other side of the deer, but stayed inside and as the deer ran the nock end hit branches and trees, causing the broadhead to swirl around iside the chest cavity. The blood trail was incredible with what he was hacking up with what was left of his lungs. He went about 50 yds. Only after I shot the deer did the shakes start and I could barely get down from the tree I was so excited. My dad and three of my younger brothers were watching me through binoculars camouflaged in a rock/brush pile in the field and saw everything. I gutted the deer by myself and helped my dad butcher it. I then tanned the hide by myself and to this day I still have it pegged to my bedroom wall at home. To this day, that 1 hour hunt has been as crystal clear as though it had happened yesterday. That experience was one of the best I have ever had and I want to share that experience with as many people as I can and as I have gotten older and can drive I have taken my brothers, who were watching from the rocks because they were too young to hunt, bowhunting many times. The picture is a little fuzzy because I had to take a picture of a picture with a camera and then downsize it on my computer, but hey, whatever.