I remember my first deer like it was yesterday. It was December 3, 2005. The previous year my husband (then boyfriend) had taken me hunting with him just to watch and see if I liked it. I did, so the next fall, I took the hunter education course, practiced with the 7mm08 that he designated me to use, and was ready as ever. We sat on this big rock overlooking a nice trail down below. Probably an hour after daylight, I could hear some deer coming on the trail. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. I slipped my right glove off so I could shoot. We had gotten set up so I could shoot one on the way to us, and I had everything situated just right. The deer didn't buy into our plan however, as two does came down the trail and stopped facing straight toward us. I couldn't move since they were staring us down, and I remember trying to hold my breath so they wouldn't see the steam in the cold air. After what seemed like forever, they kept walking, past us now. I had to turn all they way around backwards, and was trying to find them in the scope, holding the rifle free-hand since my rest and comfortable position were long gone. The does stopped again a little past us on the trail, and the first one was looking our way again, stomping her foot. My arm was going crazy since I had been holding the heavy gun for so long. I knew they were about to run, and figured it was now or never. The plan was for josh to tell me when to shoot, and he says he was getting ready to tell me to go ahead and shoot, when boom! I fired, surprised the heck out of him since I shot before he told me to. The doe dropped right there, kicked once or twice, and was still. The other one ran off. I could see the deer lying there, but was convinced that maybe I just scared it or something, and kept asking josh over and over, are you sure it's dead? Are you sure it's not going to get up? He kept assuring me that no, it's dead, I got my deer. We waited a couple minutes before going to get it, and I was totally in awe, and so proud of myself. I know that millions of people have shot a doe in their life, but ten deer later, I still count it as one of my favorites, and one of my best accomplishments to that point. I also remember standing around at the old abandoned house where everyone parked, and out of all the experienced, big tough dudes, I (the only girl) was the only one who shot a deer that morning. I think they were all wondering what I was doing there in the first place, but then were at least a little impressed when I came back with a deer. I was grinning like a fool when I went to check it in. You would have thought I got the new world record buck. I was happy as could be and will never ever forget that feeling!