I began deer hunting when I was 20, for one season. My grandfather had wanted to teach me to hunt, but my mom is rabidly anti-gun. I was not allowed to learn to shoot or hunt. My grampa passed when I was 14. At 18 I began to have serious back problems, and ended up having surgery when I was 19, and again when I was 20. But I was determined to hunt, and I spent my downtime after surgery reading everything I could get my hands on.
When I was in walking shape, I went out to central Michigan where I lived at the time and scouted. I chose a favorite spot and a few backup spots on public land. I saw three does, all of which were running and never presented a shot. And to be quite honest, it's a good thing. I really wouldn't have been able to drag a deer, let alone lift it into my vehicle. But it was good to get outside.
After this, my daughter was born and as a single mother, I just never could arrange for her care during gun season. I did get out to shoot now and again, and kept reading, but hunting was on the back burner until she was older.
Then I got married and had my son, and my husband developed a severe case of irresponsibility.
I worked a couple of jobs, so really, I didn't think of hunting.
After the divorce, I moved to Ohio with the kids. Once they were bigger and I was no longer working two jobs and I had vacation time, I started to think of hunting again. This time, I was with my now-husband Chris, who hunts periodically and is very supportive of my hunting. So, hunting finally resumed in 2012!
So, this past gun season in 2013 was my third, and no deer yet. I goofed a good opportunity in 2012, and this past season I missed a shot, but after some encouragement from you guys on the forums, I am done beating myself up for the miss and ready to start again. This year, I plan to add more seasons into my hunting.
Thanks everyone for your stories! It's encouraging to those of us who have not killed their first deer yet to know that it sometimes takes a few seasons.