I finally killed my first deer the other day, and it only took me 34 years. I am not your typical hardcore hunter, but I have went many times w/ no luck. This year I went at the Funny Farm and the first day I saw a doe, but couldn't get off a shot. The next day I went I got into a treestand and only about thirty minutes into it a doe came out and laid down in front of me. I almost took the shot, but decided to wait just to see if a buck would come along. Sure enough maybe an hour later this buck appeared and I became very nervous. I lined it up in the scope and pulled the trigger, but the deer jumped straight up and started running full speed right at me. Unsure if I hit it I continued to keep the gun on it till it finally started walking about 100 feet in front of me and I thought well maybe I missed, so I shot it again and this time it went down. After all was said and done I believe my first shot hit him in the neck and the second was the fatal shot. I was so excited I did not know what to do next so I just sat in the stand to make sure he didn't take off running again. I finally got down and walked over to it and found it was a six pointer. I would of called my Granddad right than if I had a phone because I knew he would be so happy I finally shot one. I talked to my Mom and she told me that his first deer was also a six pointer so I thought that was pretty cool. I believe I am hooked now, and hope I can get another before the season ends.
