Cool story there. Crazy it was able to run with that .

I killed my first one with a bow in 2000 . Nothing special. Liver shot a doe at 30 yards with a pse firestorm. I was hooked.

1981. Browning bow, no sights. XX 78 arrows. Wasp broadheads. Killingsworth Cove. Had two stands build in a big chestnut oak. I was I the highest one looking one way, cousin was in the lower one looking the other way. Big ol doe came in and turned broad side. Just as I was about to release she turned he rearend to me but I let it fly. Hit her almost the female place. She ran off and under yet another buddy in a tree 50 yards from us. He started yelling I got her. Hit the femoral artery. As good a blood trail as I've ever had. I think we were all at full draw on her waiting for the first offered shot. LOL

First one i shot was a 3 point i was 13 i think shot my first 2 arrows at does an missedem baaad..like 6ft high bad. I was shakin so bad i couldnt hold my 45lb sissy jennings back, dropped one arrow out the stand an for some reasonthat 3 point hung around. He was facin me so i set tha pin right in the center of his chest..found him bout 2 years later lookin for another deer. First one i actually kilt when i shot him was bout my best alabama deer yet. I was 15 and huntin in greene co on some corps land with my brother an he told me where to go climb a tree so went, i didnt see nothin til dark an it was bout so dark i couldnt see my pins an i heard somethin an looked up an all i could see was the shape of the deer, i knew it had a big body but i just assumed it was a big doe. So i drew back an i couldnt see zip through my peep but id hung around old bowhunters long enough to know you can aim outside the peep if its to dark to see through it and it just so happened id practiced for this scenario quiet a bit so i aimed and allowed for the shot an i knew i hit the deer but that was about it. I waited bout 30 min an along came my brother an he was hunting exactly where the deer ran. He said he heard somethin come runnin by him but dcouldnt see it..he said it sounded funny like it was snortn so he thought it was a hog. I proceeded to tell him i shot a doe and it ran his way. So we walked across a slough an found a spec of blood or 2 and. I was feelin sick on account of the blood trail. But he saif what ever came by him was slowin down bad an it was hurt, so we walked up the other side an there layed my arrow an a puddle of blood bout big as ur fist an he said well it aint lookin good so we started loopin an wudnt long he hollered "got blood" so i went to him for i could get there he hollered "where ever its at its dead" an i got there an they was blood everywhere. We knew she couldnt be much farther an we wer gettin close to the highway an if she went across she was gone on private land. All at once we come out in the open and my worst fear it was the bank leadin up to the highway which was a little causeway that crossed the slough. For some reason tho my brother picked his light up an 20 yards aheads of us was an antler stickin up..dead under the bridge. He looked at me an he said that aint no doe an he tore out runnin an when he got there he just hit his knees an looked at me an said "well..you got us all beat now" an i run up there an low in behold.. My doe turned into a 125 5/8 in 10 point. I just didnt know what to say i bout broke down an cried right there i was so tickled. I had missed quiet a few deer and lost that 3 point, but this made up for it. By far the most memorable hunt ive ever had..ill never forget it

It was October 1998 at the age of 14. It was my first year bowhunting and I had a Jennings Barracuda shooting about 196 Fps. I had hung a stand on the edge of a pasture in amongst 5-6 big white oaks. They were all raining acorns. About 8:00 that morning a couple does and a fawn showed up. I was very eager to make my first archery kill so I didn't watch them long. I drew back on the smallest doe, which I assumed was not the mother of the fawn. I settled in and released. Clean miss. They all took off and stopped about 75 yards out. They slowly made their way back and I was a nervous wreck. I let them all get close again, and settled in on the same doe at 12 yards broadside. Sunk it right in there right to her front leg and she ran about 35 yards before piling up. It was one of the most exciting things I've ever done. I still get excited over every bow kill to this day.

An old doe quartering away from me shooting an old Bear Compound, and I mean old on both accounts. My accuracy was lacking an I hit her dead center in her ham. She bled good and I didn't even hit the artery. She ran into some yellow sage so that made it easy. Found her about a hundred yards away. That fueled three things. My desire to go, my desire for better equipment and finally, my understanding of the need for accuracy through practice. Chuck Adams in his book on bowhunting says not to discount a ham shot. He claims it is one of the deadlier shots out there and will always lead to bleeding to death. It was true in my case but I still wouldn't recommend doing it intentionally.

My 2nd biggest buck I shot in the ham on purpose. It was about to crest a hill but stoped behind a tree. I shot in the lower ham broad side. That was the bloodiest blood trail I've ever seen. 130" 8 point chocolate antlers. Shot it with a rifle not a bow.

Mine was a 3 point in October 1991 and I was 13 years old. I was using an old Darton bow with Satellite broad heads. I was in an old permanent wooden stand built into the forks of a large Live Oak that had a heavy acorn crop pretty much every year. Shortly after daylight the buck made his way to the tree from some planted pines and got to within about 12 steps. I had missed a couple already that year and remember Dad telling me to quit aiming at the "deer" and pick out a single hair to aim at. Once he got broadside and I picked out a ruffled hair and released. The arrow buried up to the fletching right where I'd aimed behind the shoulder. The deer ended up running a couple hundred yards so dad, my brothers, and I got another good hunt in trailing him.

First one was in 1978 in a tree with a small home made deck
Made of 2 x4 s ,,, lookin back I can't believe I got in the thing!
Shot at the worlds blindest doe! She stood there at 30 yards
And let me miss her twice before the 3 rd shot spinner her!!
Can remember it like yesterday!

Doe - 25-yards - pass-through - she ran about 30-yards. Took three of us to drag her up the hill, not that she was that big - just the hill was steep and a very long drag.

2 seasons ago at my grandmas place. About 10 yards from the tree. She was quartered away hard and I got one lung. She might have ran 250 yards... Shot her up on the ridge and she crashed in the very bottom

My first bow kill was a doe. 25 yard shot about 75 yard recovery. My first buck was kinda illegal. In 2014 the Mississippi game law hand book that was issued state wide had a major typo. The south zone they had wrote it in the book that the season would start oct 1 as well as the north zone. I figured it was odd being the season normally starts oct 15 but figured since it was in the damn book then what the heck oct 1 it is. After three long days in the stand I figured the buck I was hunting had caught on to me since he hadn't shown himself like he had been every day on camera. I was just about to throw in the towel when I looked up and there he was at 15 yards. A beautiful full velvet big eight point. I let the the rage fly and drilled the buck. He ran about 50 yards and pulled up. Later while posting pics to buddies I was informed the season hasn't came in yet in the south zone and Mississippi law enforcement made a typo for the season that year. So that let the wind out of my sail but after doing some research the local game warden said they had to honor it nothing they could do about it being it was posted state wide.

Got my first deer with a bow 50 years ago when I was 20. I killed it with a Bear recurve at 20 yards in Sharon, VT. I hit it well and tracked it about 400 yards and lost the blood trail. I was camping out in the woods, so I walked back to my campsite to rest and drink a Coke. While sitting on the ground sipping on my Coke, she stumbled right in front of me, and I finished her off with a second arrow. Both of my largest whitetails have been with a bow- a 167 3/8 P&Y and a 160 P&Y.

Awesome, fun to read!

I was 13 years old. Hunting out of a homemade ladder made out of steel pipe. Stand was up on a high bank and right at the bottom of the bank was a huge white oak that to this day had the biggest white oak acorns I have seen. Bow was some sort of browning shooting wasp 3 blade heads. Doe comes out right at dark. I guessed her to be about 25 yards and let it rip. Stepped it off and she was more like 32. Found her after long track in the dark. Shot was low right behind front leg. Amazing how I can remember those details and cant remember what I did yesterday.

Got my first one on Nov. 6, 1994 in Fosters. It was a 70# doe. Shot her at 33 yards with a Browning Mag Compact and an Easton 2213 tipped with a 4 blade 125gr. Muzzy. Wound up hitting her through the neck and dropped her where she stood. I was in a strip of hardwoods about 80 yards from my front door in a ladder stand about 20 yards form a white oak. I shot a cow horn spike the morning before but hit him too far back.

Back in the early 80's, I killed my first deer, a doe, with a Brown Bear 65# draw compound bow. It had a flipper rest. I would practice and practice with field points, then the night before the season opened, I would screw on my bear razorheads with the bleeder blades and expect them to hit where my field points did. I was still hunting on the ground and she came right in to me. I spined her at 20 yards, hitting about a foot from where I was aiming. I was so happy. She was a very old doe and probably the toughest deer I have ever eaten. Equipment and knowledge sure has come a long way since then. I've killed 3 elk, (6x5 bull, 5x5 bull, and a cow) with my bow and numerous deer since that time. I used to bowhunt through gun season. Bowhunting taught me a lot about deer and deer behavior.

opening morning of bow season 2015... sitting in a bottom looking at an oak flat with a small creek. 30 minutes after daylight, big doe & 2 yearling came from my right and crossed the creek in front of me. i was in a summit climber and couldn't stand or they'd bust me... big doe started coming up the hill to my left and stopped inside of 20 yards... shot her while i still seated. double lung pass through. i remember the sound of the arrow hitting her sounded nothing like i expected. she ran up the hill and piled up about 10 yards from the road

I know some of you youngsters don't know what a long bow is but it was before the compound bow without all the contractions we put on the bows today (me also). That was my first kill 50 years ago and It was a 8 point and I had it mounted. It cost me a whooping $45.00 for that. I've killed many and bigger since that but that deer takes first place for me.

I think I was 16 or 17 so this was around 1995. I was shooting a pendulum sight back then and had a pile of does come in behind me on the ridge. They were about even with me elevation wise but I picked the largest doe, drew, and proceeded to shoot over her back and hit the fawn behind her. Luckily she didn't have spots and the guys gave me hell for it.