Mine was back in 1994 of december, it was ohio's gun season. I have yet to kill a deer due to a lack of experience. It was a cold morning and i was sitting on a log that i call today "mikes log", i was sitting there thinking about the beautiful girls i met in bradenton beach florida over the summer when i heard some crunching behind me and there were several doe heads to the right and behind me. I slowly turned inch by inch, how i did this without spooking them i will never figure out, but i ended up on my right knee with my shotgun aiming in on the chest of a doe. I shoot and they bolt!! I thought i missed cuz they ran so quick, i was disgusted!! I sat back down poured a cup of hot chocolate and i couldnt believe i missed when all of a sudden two more does ran down in front of me being pushed by a 4pt scragley buck, he stopped only 15ft in front of me, i think i didnt even aim.......i just did an ol john wayne side hip shot and he dropped!! My uncle came up and saw blood where i shot the doe and we found her and he was upset but happy at the same time. It was my day of being a born hunter. What is yours?