50 years ago when I was 14. Dad put me in a tree on one corner of a squarish thicket and he circled around to the opposite corner. It was a special two day doe season, the first in my memory. A doe and her fawn broke out on the corner where my tree was and ran uphill quarterin' away. I swung ahead of the doe and fired, the fawn, half a length behind, stumbled and died there in the open, I'd hit her in the neck. I guess it taught me you needed to lead more, but didn't need a carrnon to kill deer, I was using my Granddad's .32-20.He said it was more gun than his granddad had, a .36 caliber muzzleloader. [:-]