Great stories. I began hunting in 1995 at age 12. I came away with no deer that year. I did take a shot at a running doe during a drive. I looked and looked for blood for awhile, even though I knew I made a clean miss. In 96, I finally got my first deer during gun season. A nice doe. I was hunting on a ridge, she came up from the ravine below walking parallel from me. Perfect broadside opportunities. I hit her high in the spine area at 60 yards. She went down and kicked around for a few minutes and died. I was excited and scared at first. My stepfather and mother were on the ridge across from me. They heard the shot. I started yelling that I got one. They came over and it was an awesome moment.
I only hunt on days that end in ' Y '.