The two fondest merories I have both involve my son. First was his first hunt. The week before the season we had a wicked wind storm that knocked trees down all over in the ceder swamp that we were hunting in. It was tricky getting in to the stand in the dark before, but with all the downed trees it was like hunting on new property. As we were making our way through the tangle of trees I guess I was swearing a a little bit under my breath and he says " You can stop praying to God now Dad, the stand is right there". I guess you had to be there, it was pretty comical.
The second was a year later when he shot his first deer, a nice 8 pointer. We tracked the deer for almost a mile and then lost his trail when he joined up with a couple of other deer. By that time it was after legal shooting time . So we went back the next day and my son made a clean shot on the same deer after he jumped it from his bed and it stopped and gave him a broad side shot. The first one is always special.