mine was in pa and was a nice 3 pointer. spike on one side and forker on the other side. Best day in the field. I was smiling from ear to ear.

Brian

My 1st deer was a 6 pt buck shot with a 30-06 WAYYYYY back in the hills far from the truck ....... I was ecstatic until I realized how tough it was going to be to drag it back to the road .........

Well my deer hunting career started out when I was 18. No one in my family is a hunter and I cannot explain where my deep desire and passion comes from for hunting except that I always felt left out when all the guys at school would get out for the week of thanksgiving to hunt. I couldn' t wait till they got back to hear there stories. I am a self taught outdoorsman. I have learned everything from trial and error, videos, magazines and anybody willing to share information. I hunted with bow for about 2 years without seeing or not harvesting a deer. I practiced and shot that thing like a mad man in hopes of getting a deer. After 2 years of not seeing a deer I got a little discouraged and sold it. I remember sitting out there freezing my rump off many hunts. I started college and didn' t have as much time to shoot so I sold my compound and bought a crossbow, My first year with the foxfire crossbow i set out to hunt as most areas close by you cannot gun hunt. I got out of school early and decided to hunt one afternoon. I didn' t have a stand I mostly sat on the ground. the daylight was fading and I decided to get up and walk some old roads. As I slipped down an old road, it came to a Tee and I looked down to the right. I saw something. I couldn' t tell if it was a deer, I raised my crossbow up and down several times trying to get the dark grey object to move. It was about 45 yards down the road in the tall grass and all I could see was its chest, neck and head. still undecided and with darkness approaching to where i couldn' t see my pins in about 5 minutes I said what the hey, I centered my 40 yard pin on what i thoughts its head was and let the bolt go. The object vanished. It must have been a deer. I just shot and wasted 12.00 I thought to myself. Well, I went down to look for my arrow and discovered blood. A lot of blood. Like someone sprayed the bushes. I pulled out my flashlight and looked for my arrow but couldn' t find it as someone told me this is what I was supposed to do. well, since I had blood I gave up on the arrow and decided to look follow it. I didn' t have to go far as the little doe, some say a suitcaser, was only 10 yards away. I was soooooo happpppy. I couldn' t believe it my first deer. she weighed about 50lbs but by the time I finished draggin her to the truck she felt like a ton. As I loaded her into the back of my pickup and still couldn' t believe it. All those years of not seeing a deer now seemed worth something. I paid my dues and now I got my reward. Remembering I was only about 22 at the time. I drove through the backwoods as fast as I could to get to a phone. I had a deer but had no idea on what to do with it now. I called my mom and asked her about a friend of hers that husband hunted if he would help me. she made some calls and he graciously agreed to help me. I drove to his house where we took some polariod picts and he helped me to butcher it up. I was hooked on deer hunting from that day forward. I killed a deer the next 3 years in a row with a bow before I ever picked up a gun and muzzle loader. Now I hunt deer by all methods with a passion. I have never seen a deer that scores more than 100. I still dream of the big ones and maybe oneday will get lucky to seen or harvest one. My passion for the outdoors has spilled over to my family as I am lucky to have a wife that too has hunted with me for over 8 years. She has harvested a doe every year nearly for the past 5 years. I have a 5 year old girl who I have taken to deer camp since she was 1 year old. Over the last 2 years i have taken on stand with me and finally this year we seen our first 2 deer together. she was just totally amazed. I am not as serious about hunting when I am with her because I have learned over the years its not about the kill but about spending time with the ones you love in the outdoors.

Here I go again........

November 15, 1998, I was 8 at the time and I remember it was a bit colder that day than usual, so I put on my favorite blue mock T-Neck. So...My father and I get in the stand around 6:15. Around 8:00 a spike walks under our 40' (Honest to god, that thing is 40' up) stand. He never give me a good angle, so he walks by. Around 10:00 I hear movement, I look at the hill behind us, and there he is. He walks slowly down the slope and by this time I' ve tried to get a shot from nearly every side of the stand. Finally I get him broadside just before he goes in the brush. I was using a Remington 1100 Youth .20 ga topped with a Cabelas Pine Ridge 2.5x7 scope. I remember I wanted to buy my own Fedral Hi-Shok slugs, so my dad let me. So, anyway, just as he gets into the brush, I shoot. I knew then, what the term " Dropped Like A Ton Of Bricks" ment. That buck dropped so fast I thought I missed, Im mean, he just vanished. I looked at my dad, and he had that little goofy smile on his face.

He was A 122" 8 pointer, 146 Pounds Field Dressed
I even had a little smile, you know one of these

Pick A Spot
Matt Whitehair

you were 40 feet up?
you were 8 yrs old?
you bought your own slugs?
now 5 yrs later you are 13?

hmmm..I' m impressed

Im ownly 13 , and shooting a 50 pound bow, and I use carbon arrow with a 90 grian muzzy broadhead. the first day of bow season this year I got a 7- piont, complet pass through, ran about a hundred yards. first deer ever. best day of my life.

My first deer was certainly one that I will never forget. It was my 3rd year deer hunting so I was anxious for my first deer. There weren' t many deer around due to the area being flooded for the previous 2 yrs. I was determined to get a buck, I didn' t care how big, I just wanted a buck.

I was perched in my treestand that Saturday morning, not having much luck. Around 9am, I saw a deer disappear into the brush about 60 yds to the NE. I was really bummed because I was sure it was a buck and my luck still hadn' t changed. Then a guy came walking by me and disappeared to the south.

Around 9:30, I caught movement where the last deer disappeared. My heart started beatng out of control, but I managed to get ready just in case it was a buck. As he neared me, I could tell he was a real nice buck. He came out of the brush about 40 yds away and turned and came right at me. I was shaking like a leaf and he saw that and stopped. Fortunately he was quartering enough for me get a good shot at his vitals, only 30 yds away! I shot and thought I hit him so I called my dad on the radio and told him. He was a couple miles away looking for pheasants so he told me to hang tight until he got to me. I waited and waited and finally I had to get down to see if I hit him. Just then my dad showed up so we started looking. No blood, and no fresh tracks in the snow where I thought he was. So I climbed up in my stand and pointed out where I thought he was. After some searching, we found some blood. I was pumped, and only 40 yds away we found my buck. I made a perfect heart shot. He was a 7pt, but he had a broken brow tine. That experience made me want to spend more time in the woods, so I bought my first bow later that winter. [8D]

your asking me to think back 20 years....ok it goes like this....october 23 1983 two days after my 22nd birthday is when i shot my first deer a 9 point....it started out on tues that week had to work till 4:00[X(]....so i was on stand by 4:30 thank god i worked close to home....well i was waiting for some deer movment and seen nothing untill 20 mins before dark at about 7:15 and there he came down a trail about 70 yards out in front of me going from left to right on a the trail that i always cross to get to my stand....the buck was coming from bedding to feed then dark rolled it' s ugly head in so had to go home....i stayed there till an hour after dark so as to not spook him....wed came work again on stand 4:30....and guess what same bat time, same bat channel, same trail, same buck, same ending to that days hunt....thurs after work i' m in the woods standing at the trail he had use two nights in a row is he going to use this trail again? naw he' s smarter then that right....so off to my stand, man wouldn' t you know it there he goes left to right on that same trail again[:@]....dark came went home bummed out i thought i could of had him that night....friday 4:15 there i was standing at his trail again, could he, would he, not a chance i thought, WRONG....my blood was boiling now this guy was really outsmarting me, went home with my head hung low again....sat came was in my stand an hour before light....it' s going to be a whole different ball game today so i thought....about an hour after light at 8:30 there he goes from right to left back to his bedding grounds on that same trail....well i' m going to sit here all day if i have to and then move to that trail later that day an hour before he' s about to show up....and get even with him for all week of teasing me[>:]....an hour went by and i heard something to my left....it was him moving at about 60 yds away along the edge of the swamp that was 20 yds behind me....redempstion at last, he keep moving the way i needed him to....got ready to draw as he moved closer 50 yds, 40 yds, 30 yds, YES HE' S MINE....he stopped and looked my way tail up....oh no he' s got me, but wait he' s not looking up?....then i heard someting behind me in the leaves he was looking at....slowly i turned my head around to see that some doe had moved in on me i never heard....they were right below my stand i thought i was busted....turned back around to watch my buck and he started to move towards the doe and i nailed him with a 9 yd shot that cut the artiries off the top of his heart....he turned and ran for about 30 yds before he just cartwheeled and crashed....my heart was pounding so hard i thought i was going to fall off of my treestand 20 feet up....sorry for the long story but it had to be told that way so that you all felt what i did on that glorious week back in 1983[8D][8D][8D]....and here' s the pic of him....165 lbs 16" spread score 109" .........bob