Yall remember your first deer. I like to hear the stoy. I know mine is one I will never forget.
It was Nov. 5 the sun had just came up and I heard him walking up the hill. It was just a 5 piont buck but I wanted it so bad. I picked my bow up, watched him walk 10 yards away and I froze. I was to scared to run him off if I moved. Let me remind you that I am 30 feet in a tree and was afraid still yet for him to see me. So he walked off. 10 minutes later he came back and walked right under me so I took my best shot at it and hit him right in the gut. Once i did find him on the other side of the property he was still alive and standing there. I shot again and hit him in the leg, and then shot another and missed. I felt so bad because he was suffering through all my horrible misplaced shot so while he is lying there on the ground with an arrow in his leg I walked 4 yards from him and finally made a good shot on him. After we cleaned him I bet I shot my bow for 2 hours making sure I never missed that bad ever again.