November 15, 2002. I was 14 years old and my dad checked me out of school for opening day of Illinois gun season. I had mowed grass all summer to buy a muzzleloader because I wanted more range than my youth model 870. I bought a .50 cal Knight Wolverine 209. I remember my dad calling me on the 2-way radios telling me that he had a buck chasing a doe run by him and he couldn't get any of them to slow down for a shot. Not long after the same deer came running by me, a big doe, a 6 point scrub buck, and a bleating fawn chasing both of them. They ran full tilt by me 2 times and I couldn't get a shot. Finally the fawn stopped and I was settling in on her shoulder when I saw the doe coming back out of the brush, she walked to the fawn and they sniffed noses... I shot the mom right in the shoulder. She ran 20 yards and piled up. While she lay there the buck came out and kept trying to make her get up. I wanted so bad to kill him too, but only had one deer tag. To this day this is probably the 2nd biggest doe I have killed, I killed one in Ohio years later that looked like a mule. Good memories, thanks for creating this thread!