I bought a McPherson hornet from a pawn shop one morning. Took it to Quint's sporting goods put a new string on it and a cheap sight and a pack of rage broad heads. I sighted in 20 30 and 40yd pins when I got home and hunted that evening. I was in a ladder stand off a road at last light and a doe stepped into the road I guessed 30yds and let her fly.. Double lunged her ill never forget the sound of that arrow hitting her, I have been hooked every since!

Deer were eating neighbor's roses down to the nub. She gave me permission to hunt.
There was an oak flat surrounded by cutover pines. I noticed squirrels shaking acorns out of the trees. Snuck in there one morning carrying my Grizzly ladder. Set up, settled in and saw a doe. Shot, stuck her far back but she didn't go far. M

Shaw did you put him up to starting this thread?? Go ahead and post it. I know your dying to.

Hopefully ill be able to tell you after this season

First time deer hunting with a bow I was 10 and had a cowhorn come in at 15 yards and was shaking so bad I couldn't keep the arrow on the rest. That was the first deer I had ever seen while hunting as well. Adrenaline is a killer. Still waiting on my first with a bow

Cowhorn spike, PSE Nova, about 13 years old.

Aimed for body and hit in neck. Was shaking bad. Had killed a lot of deer, and some good bucks with rifle, but bow was different. It still is.

Was my first year of bowhunting and I had made enough errors for a lifetime of hunting. I was walking back to my truck through a grownup cow pasture and walked up on a big 7 pointer eating acorns along the fence row. I only had one arrow left and hit it high in the chest above the heart but actually hit an artery. There was blood everywhere. I tracked the deer about 50 yards in to the woods. Been hooked on bowhunting since.

2nd to the last day of hunting season. Set up a blind in a brand new spot at 1pm. At 4pm she walked by. I was shaking so bad, I spined her. My 1st deer ever

I want to hear about the rest of the hunt

First morning I ever bowhunted I was hunting at the bottom of the mountain next to the creek in an old lock-on. Bout 20 min after light, I saw a deer coming down the other side of the creek, but couldn't tell what it was. It was cold enough that morning that you could see its breath. Anyways, as it crossed the creek about 15 yards, I could tell it was a buck and slung an arrow. I knew the shot hit high and I only got about 3 inches of penetration. Watched him run up the mountain wide open. Trailed very little blood and wound up jumping him two different times. A year later, a buddy of mine finds a dead buck within 40 yards of where I shot the one opening morning. All he took was the head. Went back and found my broad head. Missed the spinal cord by about two paper widths. The deer lived at least long enough for the vertebrae to grow back around the broad head. I guess he eventually died of infection. Wish I would've found him sooner cause I would have had him mounted. Got a free euro mount though. Still my largest bow kill.

Bout a 60 pound button head at 20 yards, made it about25 yards and piled up, I was proud and my mom said our dog is bigger than that thing

Hunting with 2 customers in Starkville, Ms mid November 2006. We had steaks the night before and they drank way too much beer and whiskey and decided to sleep in the next morning. Weather was very nasty and wind blowing like crazy. I drove 370 miles to hunt so I decided to go anyway. Got in the middle of a ton of acorn trees hoping the deer would feed here before the storm since the wind was blowing down acorns like crazy. About an hour after sunrise, I saw a small buck cross the road where the acorn trees first started. I kept looking and counted 8 more bucks after him. And the last one was a nice 10 point still in partial velvet. They all fed towards me. The big 10 was walking straight towards me with a huge oak directly in front of us. He stopped behind the tree and had to turn left or right. He turned left and gave me a 25 yard broadside shot. I shot and it hit him and sounded like a paper bag had burst. He looked left and right and fell over dead. I took my bloody arrow and walked back to the camp where the guys were fixing breakfast. Boy were they surprised.
About 3 hours later, a F2 tornado hit Starkville, MS first then went on to hit Tuscaloosa. In total, killing 11 people.

Wow. This guy wins.

Went to the kitchen to get a cookie...had 4 deer in my backyard eating my soybeans. My son always makes a point to tell people I shot a deer from the kitchen in my boxers.

Killed my first deer with a bow last season amongst the palmettos in a swamp on our lease in Dallas county. It was a good sized doe, she came in with 6 other does and I shot her at 15 yards.

The adrenaline was unreal. I have no idea why anyone would wanna do drugs when they could just take up bow hunting.

Don't remember the exact year, but I'm guessing mid-90's. One season I joined a club across the highway from Maplesville high school. There was a nice house at the entrance of our club (dirt road to our club turned just beside this house), and just behind that house was a SMZ with white oaks. This was just a tiny little triangle of our land right on the boundary line, literally might have been 2 or 3 acres right there. From the tree you could see that house. I had scouted in there the week before season opened and there were already some acorns dropping and a few piles of poop. Opening morning of bow season I climbed in there before daylight and had deer come in before I could see. One of them stayed just a little too long, and I smoked a big ol doe! She ran about 75 yards and it crashed!! #hookedforlife

I was in Atlanta, behind Georgia States baseball field. I was 22 and it was my second hunt ever in a climber and with my bow. First hunt was the afternoon before and shot a huge 8point right in the shoulder with very little penetration and no blood. Went back to the same spot in the morning to hunt a little before I looked for my buck. Well early on a doe and yearling come in. I shot the doe and she ran off. The yearling was still standing there and I wasn't sure if I had hit the doe so I shot the yearling to make sure I'd have at least 1 deer dead out of the 3 I had shot at. Ended up finding the doe and yearling piled up within 5yards of each other, but of course no sign of the big buck.

You should try bow hunting while on crystal meth

Your getting creative now. Hah!

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.

First was a buck with a tall spike horn on the right side and just a fugly looking knarled stub of a horn on the left side. I was up a tree on the edge of a green patch and he came out and started eating about 28 yards in front of me. He was quartering hard away from me. I shot him between the last two ribs on his right side and it lodged in the shoulder joint of his left side. I was using a Steelforce broadhead and a Mathews Q2 bow. He tore out of the patch and ran into the woods on a side where there was a deep ditch. I heard a real loud "WHOP" not long after he entered the woods. When I got to him he was lying in the ditch. Looked like he had tried to jump it but didn't have the legs left by then to make it across. Needless to say I was tickled. Nothing like killing one with a bow.

Sept 17 1992 at Ft Bragg, NC. Decided to go with a bow and shot 3D's all that spring/summer. 10 days into the season, a spike in velvet browsed his way within range at 30 yards. I drew back once when he was behind a tree and he stayed there too long. I let down and my arrow came off the string and fell to the ground. He alerted for a bit and then went back to browsing. I nocked another arrow and he was at 28 slightly quartering away. Without thought, the arrow was on it's way and it seemed it took forever to get there. It hit right behind the shoulder and he ran about 40 yards and plowed nose first into the ground DRT. When dressing it out, the heart had a perfect 3-blade muzzy hole right through it. Killed 2 more that year and never picked up a gun (ML) again for over 20 years.

My first was in 2003 after I finally bought a good bow (Mathews LX).It was a 70pound doe,she came out on a green field on a powerline.I was in a lock on,up a big white oak on the edge of the p-line.When she turned broad side at 25 yards I let the arrow fly,she ran probably 50 yards and piled up.It was a awesome feeling and I prefer a bow over a gun if I have plenty of time to hunt.

It was a dark and stormy night...... Wait a minute that's something else.

I had a doe walk in front of me and I was so nervous I could barely stand. I put the 20 yard pin just behind the front shoulder and either I moved or the arrow hit a limb and it hit her in the "groin" area of the back leg. There must be a major artery there cause she ran 20 yards and collapsed. The blood trail was 6-8 inches wide. No tracking needed.

Here is mine...

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Fall of '88 Ben Pearson Mach 1 with metal sight pins and full length aluminum arras with original Wasp 4-blades...shooting fingers, no release no tab. Rambo didn't have chit on me .... spined a basket rack 6 @ 15-20yds. I remember thinking dang this bowhunting thing is wayyy too easy. Mmmm hmmm, only took me another 18yrs before I killed another buck with a bow. Very humbling.

Old doe on a Laurel oak flat. Right at dark, could see her body through the sights, as I drew back, she caught me. She started bobbing her head trying to figure what I was. I put the cross hairs on her shoulder and let the muzzy fly. Centered her forehead and she dropped like a ton of bricks. Only thing I can think of is she had her head in front of her shoulder when I hit the trigger on my release.

2002 in a huge oak on an old fence line with a climber. I couldn't get more than about 8 ft high due to the first limb that was as big as my leg. 5 doe came in and the lead doe spotted me. She was coming from my left and was facing straight at me. I flung one at her chest with the Ben Pearson 44one. I saw the arrow bury up to the fletchings and thought she would be laying just out of sight. After what seemed like a 2 mile track (probably 700 yards)with little to no blood mostly up an old road in thick cut over I found her still kicking. What I thought was a good shot placement turned out to be one of the worst I have made yet. She jumped the string and lowered her head to spin around and the arrow entered by her left nostril and exited right behind her right ear. It did bury to the fletchings just not where I thought. She expired just a few seconds after we found her. We were able to follow what appeared to be drag marks mostly.

i was in a tripod on the edge of a greenfield and a big hardwood bottom. Had 3 does feeding towards me as soon as I sat down. Waited til they got to about 20 yards and put my top pin right behind the lead doe's shoulder. Let it fly and they took off running. Thought I missed til I got down and saw blood everywhere. Turns out my arrow went in front of her shoulder and through her neck. Hit the jugular and there were buckets of blood dumped out for about 50 yards and there she lay.

I didn`t start bow hunting until well after I began hunting. I don`t remember the year but it was my 1st time ever in the woods with a bow. Had 3 spikes come out right under me. Shaking so damn bad I could hardly aim but I managed to kill one of them.

Shot a doe when I was about 15, hit her a tad low and in the liver and she proceeded to run from the top of the mountain to the bottom, one of the worst drags of my life. Missed a ton before her and have successfully missed a bunch more since!

I was hunting on a creek crossing and had two does and a couple of yearlings come through. I let the arrow fly at the first doe. I heard the whack sound and she took off. The others just stood there wondering why there friend took off running lol. Well I got to thinking I might have missed so I notched another arrow and lined up on the second doe when I heard the other doe behind me coughing and then I heard a crash. I let off on the other doe and waited for them to walk on before I got down. When I went to the spot that I shot the doe it looked like someone had poured out a bucket of blood. It was probably the easiest blood trail I ever followed. After cleaning the deer I decided if I had to choose I would rather be shot with a 30-06 than a NAP Spitfire broad head lol.

Only killed 4 deer with a bow. 1st one was a doe I shot on a food plot in Elmore county probably 25 years ago. Spine shot her at 25 yards and she dropped in her tracks. Had to do a follow up arrow to kill her.

Dr. B

Last year, a doe walked in and I shot her. She died. And she was delicious.

2010 my wife bought me a trip to NW Missouri. We left around 2300 on October 31st and drove the 14 hours. 140 inch minimum and saw deer each sit, but none in range on 1st pm and next a.m. sit.
We looked at trailcam pics at lunch and there was one deer(2 yr old at 150+ inches) that he said he would like to see at 3, but was within the rules to shoot.

Two hours later, deer are getting chased from behind me and a doe runs literally under the lock on. I stand up and get ready. One minute later all is see is horns running on the same path. I grunt and he stops at 12 yards. I draw and realize it is the big 12 and let down my arrow. Told my buddy who was friends with the owner and he had no idea I had never killed a deer with a bow. Owner apologized and said I could shoot any 8 I saw or the 12.

Next morning, I rattled in a 140+ from 300 yards and had to watch him for 20 minutes. I ranged the wrong tree top where he would be crossing. Slung an arrow at 52 when I thought it was 32(max distance). Hit a limb and watched arrow hit his back ham. He bolted and I saw arrow pop out after two leaps. Tiny specs and knew he was fine.

Next a.m. rattled in a young 8 and a 120 8 came in to fight. 20 yd quartering away and made the perfect shot. Ran about 100 yards. I will never forget that sound. Killed a few does in Bama.

It was a cool, crisp morning, the dew was shimmering like a waterfall on the corn pile ....



In all seriousness, it was exhilarating to stick a doe that came thru the head of woods that morning; I'd done the typical trail cam stuff & had a pretty good idea of what time they'd be passing thru... The Bear Truth II didn't fail me...

Well, since the statute of limitations has run. My first was a young doe...........very young, might have still had spots on it. I was so impatient I didn't wait an extra two minutes for her mother to show up. The arrow pinned her 30 pound body to the ground. We ate the entire thing for lunch that day.

It was my first season really hunting. I'd been taken by a friend before, but all this was on me.

First (thus far only) bow kill

My dad had allowed me to build a platform off the back of his barn in Madison county. I had worked really hard to put a food plot next to it, and it was growing well. Trail camera had picked up deer in the plot. I'd been busted drawing by a doe on opening day in Jackson county and I hadn't seen anything within range since. It was Sunday, November 9 2014, the first cold day of the season. I'm pretty bummed as I hadn't seen anything, or heard anything by 0800. The dogs up at the house start losing their collective minds barking. The barn is between myself and the house which is about 150 yards away, so I can't see what they're barking at. A small deer comes bouncing through from the West. It stopped long enough for me to say "that's a little guy", then it looked behind and then took off again. Mama comes walking through in no hurry about 15 seconds later. She stops broadside of me about 25 yards away. I had been able draw when she walked behind a big poplar tree. I let it fly. She tore out of there like she was on fire. I could see my lighted nock stuck in the ground. My first thought was, damn you practiced for 9 months and you missed. (Got the bow in January. I started keeping track of the arrows fired in April, more than 3,000 shots total that year for practice) I Then noticed the bright red swath of blood dripping off the brush she had blown through to get out of there. I nearly fell off the platform. I got down still shaking, checked my watch and said I'll give it 20 minutes. I went and got my arrow, and it was covered in blood. Fixed broad head was covered in tissue, blood, and bone fragments. I made myself walk up to the house, get a glass of water and anything else I could think of to make myself wait on tracking the doe. The last thing I wanted was to bump her. That 20 minutes seemed like 4 hours. I finally went to look and found her 40 yards away with a blood trail Stevie wonder could have followed. I cut her open and examined my hit. I nicked the Aorta and cleanly through both lungs. The processor said he was quite sure that the doe was 4 or 5 year old and that was a hell of a deer to be your first.

I regret not taking more pictures.

I never could figure out where they came from as the west is nothing but houses. It's possible they came from the North, jumped the fence and then came through my food plot, but I doubt the little guy could have jumped the fence.

late afternoon, opening day of rifle season. other guys in the club thought I was crazy for bowhunting on the opening day of gun season.

ladder stand in an oak flat overlooking intersection of 2 trails. about 45 min before dark, 2 "does" came in crossing behind me from right to left, NOT where they were "supposed" to come from. As soon as they were directly behind me, with the tree hiding me from their view, I got up and turned around and grabbed my bow. Couldn't draw on them because the strap from my harness (before I changed to a Rock Climbing harness) was over my shoulder and preventing me from drawing. Slowly spun around so the strap was over my other shoulder and had to squat about halfway in order to draw. at this point they were about 25 yards, quartering away. I drew on the bigger doe, only to realize it was actually a 1-horn spike. Unfortunately for him I was already drawn and there was no going back. arrow entered right behind his last rib and exited around the far side front shoulder. ran about 50yds and piled up.

none of the other guys in the club even saw a deer that day, much less killed one.

I am old and can't remember my first, but my most memorable was this one. It was my first year using a release, and my first hunt with a release. I go to get out of the truck, and I have no release with me. Left it at camp. I decided take your bow, but just watch.

About 4pm a rack buck came two steps from my stand. I drew with bare fingers, and let him get out to 8 steps. I let it go, and I stuck him almost straight up and down next to the spine. He ran off with half my arrow sticking out of his back.

I felt sick thinking no blood trail on this one. I immediately got down and went straight to the camp and got the house pet. I put him on the spot where the deer was standing, and he took off. I thought he is not on this deer because the deer was 20 yards to my left. Well I let him go, and finally realized he must be winding the deer. He took me under a bent tree and my flashlight shined on the ground where a massive puddle of blood.

The deer was not very far from there.

Walking to the tree stand on an afternoon hunt when i was 15? 6 point jumped in front of me and stood there, dead deer! Also the easiest one ive ever killed.

Was hunting in my buddies grandmother's pasture on some sawtooth trees.Bout 9 does came out about 5 mins after i sat down and i let the arrow fly at about 12 yards she ran 20 yards and ran into a barb wired fence and died there. 30 minutes later 8 does come out. Once again i let the arrow fly at about 25 yards and she ran 90 yards jumped the barbed wire fence and died right on the other side. Threw them in the truck went to my dads cleaned them and got back in the stand and had a little spiker come walking by but i was holding out for the big buck at that point. Best day of my life i can say, i missed many of deer with my bow before hand but haven't missed but one since then.

I love reading these stories

My first with a bow came when I was around 10-11 and we hunted a 500!acre lease we had in Fitzpatrick. I was hunting a swamp bottom and it wasn't maybe 15 minutes after my dad dropped me off that I had a doe come out. She was about 10 yards away and I miss. I was thinking oh god. She then walked about 20 yards out and stood broadside. Shot her right in the arse. Found her dad about 100 yards from there.

But my favorite was a couple of years later. Me and my former best friend built us a homemade ladder stand. Keep in mind we were only like 14 at the time. MYbe younger. We put the stand up and come back later that afternoon. There we are crammed in a wooden stand we built. 5 doe walked out to our "green" field with our magical acorns. I let me youth bow fly and it was a rainbow to a perfect shot. That's my favorite.