I had been hunting for about 7-8 years with my dad. On June 9/2002, I broke my femur racing motocross. I was on a bed/wheelchair for the whole summer. Then in October I went moose hunting (by my self this time) and seen my first moose while hunting them, a bull. Unfortunately, we had no tag. Then on the deer hunt in November, three does (two yearlings) came to me on a drive, on my second shot one of them dropped, I was using the model 1100 12 guage my dad had just bought me and one of the buckshot pellets connected with the does neck. I had a good year in 2002 (hunting). I think god knew I was pretty ripped off the rest of the year..