mine was this november (muzzleloader season) I'm 13 and my dad and I were hunting on a "deer highway" on the river where they came from their bedding area to the wheatfield. It was near dark, near time to go and I was very tired and I had laid down on my jacket when my daid slowly creeps his hand toward me and quietly but with much excitement says THERE,in the bushes I saw a nice buck. I got up a little bit too excited, rustling in the branches above my head and crunching the leaves beneath me. The deer didnt hear it. I stick the bipod into the ground and raised my gun onto the bipod. It had started to lightly rain and we hadnt seen the buck for a few minutes we thought it had left then I see out of the corner of my eye a buck coming towards the river to get a drink. When I tell my dad I see him he has his binoculars up looking for the deer. As I take my gun off safety he's putting down his binoculars and picking up his wet,foggy glasses he puts them on and says I cant see him then he wipes off his glasses raises them to his eyes and again says I cant s BOOM! I shot him smoke covers the area it takes a second to clear out and I see him on the ground and I say HE'S DOWN when he gets back up runs across the river toward us then falls again and dies my dad just got finished loading the tc omega and we go down there to check and make sure hes dead and he was hit him right in the shoulder. A nice 8 point scored in the 130's. We field dress him in the raining dark drag him up the muddy slippery hill and through a path surrounded by maroon bushes when we finally reached the pickup, we load him into the bed of the ford gather up our stuff and go to show him off to everyone.