It was many moons ago. I was 16. It was the last day of the season, in the last hour of light in Fauquier County, VA. I was in a fence row watching the edge of the woods where it met a small field. A doe stepped out into the field. I lay in the prone position and pulled the hammer back on the Marlin 30/30. I shot and she dropped. Maybe 40 yards. I was awestruck and had no idea how to gut her properly but I did. Still remeber the salty taste of the blood I tasted. Seems like yesterday but it was 17 years ago this coming January.