About the third day of my first season. I was 12. We were walking a long draw and I was almost to the top side. A mule deer buck came running up one of the little feeder draws and almost knocked me down. I had to dive on the ground to keep from getting run over. I got up on one knee and was lucky enough to shoot him in the back of the neck as he ran away from me. I say lucky because I was a bit shaky and my heart was pounding like a jackhammer. I don't think he ever even saw me.