Big fat Gray Squirrell w/an Ithaca 12 guage my grandfather gave me. I think I was 10.

Mine was kinda like you jag-mag, a bird, with my old red rider B-B gun,

Big game,

White tail doe with 16 gage bolt action single shot at 12 years old.

Sparrow... age 10 w/ bb gun.

Can't remember my first kill had to be bird or a chipmunk with my 22 single shot.

First legel game kill was a little 12" wide 8pt on first day of PA gun season with a 410 bolt actionwhich I got for my 12thbirthday 2 months priorand later gave to my son on his 8th birthday. Still shots good and my little buck is still on my wall which the mount was my x-mas gift from parents that yr.

Trytan

First thing I ever harvested was a 5 pt buck with my dads old 20 guage Remington.

Well my first kill was a chipmunk with a homemade sling shot at about the age of 6... But my first legal kill was a cock pheasant... I was 16 and on a youth hunt run by a hunting education program. I was carrying my father's 12 guage Remington 1100. After walking around all morning, watching the dogs work, withoutseeing a singlebird,one of them started to point in somebushes. I walked up behind the dog slowly.The pheasant flushed out of the grass and bushes right in front of the dogs nose.He made quitea racket. It was as if I was watching it all in slow motion. It seemed like I stood there for a while, watching him get up, feathers flying, and listened to the dogs' owner telling me to shoot. I took my time, watched him get up, maybe a little more than 10 yards away, leveled the bead on his head, and put him down. Man it was quite an experience. Everything seemed magnified, the sound of the bird flush, vividness of everything from the golden grass, the green pines all around, the blue of the sky, the back of the pheasant, the sun glinting of the barrel of my shotgun. I remember hearing the report of the shotgun, and smelling the powder. The dogs' owner and my father both shook my hand. The dogs were excited and were more or less all over the bird. It may have just been a pheasant, but I was excited. It was my first legal kill, and the official start of a long hunting career that I look forward to. Maybe I only remember it so well because it was only last October. I brought a tasty pheasant sandwich to school the following monday.

A rooster at my grandpa's when I was six. Wild...squirrel with a .22 when I was 9. Going to try and get my boy some squirrels this fall. He's 7.

"Officially" grey squirrell with H&R 20 gauge shotgun. "unofficially" a black bird with a bb gun.........no.....not the red ryder.........[8D]

haha one memory always stands out was my best friend and i were riding in his camps golf cart and i saw a lil bird fly into a tree like 20 yds away and i thought there was no way his lil sisters red rider could shoot that far accurately we both laughed and ran up to the bird in shock when it fell now we talk about it everytime we go by that tree