Mine was in 1995, the same year that I bought my new Oneida Tomcat X80 bow. My 2 brothers owned 40 acres in Atlanta, Michigan, and I always took 2 weeks off for bow season. I was up there by myself most of the 2 weeks, and this was one of those days. I remember sitting 20 feet up in my treestand, overlooking my bait pile, a pile of carrots. That was back when baiting was legal in Michigan. It was around 9:00 in the morning, when I saw the 4 point buck coming from my left, walking along the powerline, when all of a sudden he turned to walk towards my bait. I knew he was coming, so I took my bow off of the bow hanger, and stood up to get ready for the shot. I watched him eat for a little while, waiting for him to turn broadside to offer me a shot. It seemed like an eternity! Finally he turned, and as I drew back, he looked right up at me. I put my pin right on his boiler room, and touched off the shot. He took off running to my extreme left, and I lost sight of him as he crested a hill. I knew the shot felt good! I sat down to compose myself. I was shaking so bad, I thought I was going to fall out of the tree! I waited a half hour before climbing down to investigate where he was standing when I shot, and right away saw blood. I was so excited! I slowly started to follow the blood trail, and when I got to the hill where I lost sight of him, I found the fletching half of my arrow, covered with blood. (I still have it as a souvenir to this day.) I followed the blood trail a little farther, and there lay my buck, my first deer I had harvested with archery equipment. I cannot explain the thrill I had that day! To know that you took a deer with "stick and string", and all the hours of practice, is an awesome feeling. I hope every bow hunter can experience that some day. I had that 4 point buck mounted, and he is on the wall in my living room. He may not be the biggest buck I have taken, but he sure is the one that I am most proud of!