1998 and i was 12. hunted the entire first day and didn't see a deer. my mom let me take the second day off and i had almost wished i went to school it was so cold. i got to the top of my treestand and looked out in front of me and saw a big doe standing their 70 maybe 80 yards away. i picked her up in the scope and shot. i watched her run about 40 yards and i lost sight of her. i was worried that i missed but i knew i should sit on stand a little while so i didn't jump it if i had hit it. i put my arms inside my jacket as i waited for the longest 30 minutes of my life. finally i could get up off my stand and i went to look for blood. and there right where she had stood i found a big splash of blood. my dad was standing by me now and he helped me track it. she ran maybe 60 yards and died in the brush. my dad made me feild dress it but that was ok because it warmed my hands up