Mine was on the third year; I was 17 I think. I was playing football 2 weeks before the season and broke my ankle and was on crutches. My dad and uncles set up a stand about 150 yards from camp that I could get to on crutches. First morning after about an hour a big doe and 2 fawns came through. Dropped the doe where she stood with the first shot and got the 2 fawns with the next 6 shots as they ran around, not knowing where to go. Yes, it's known a buck fever, big time. My rifle was an old bolt action army Springfield with open sights.

BTW, the doe was bigger than an eight point one of my uncles shot!

Bruce