it was 1997 and i was 16, it was the last day of the gun season about 11am...i had a tough year missing 4 different bucks so i figured the good lord wouldn't give me anymore chances so i folded up my portable ladder and started the mile hike back to the trailor..i got off the forrest crop land and onto our land and decided to take a break and eat an apple...there was a sandy tail in the tall pines and a ridge coming off it...i put my ladder down and rested my gun beside me when all of a sudden i look up and down the hill comes this buck walking right at me...he was about 30 yard when he saw me and froze...i slowly grabbed my gun and raised and at that moment he turned to back where he came and i shot him in mid swirl knocking him to the ground...he got back up and ran about 30 yards into the really thick brush before death...he was a small basket rack 9-pointer with his right side webbed...my first buck!!!!(i was happy)