My sks kill was in 93. I was 13. Was a doe out of doe days. I didn't care. Was the first deer I ever saw. I got off the bus grabbed it and walked behind the house with my blue jeans on and my cologne and a yellow shirt I wore to school. I was making a grunt sound with my mouth. Standing on the ground. She walked about 15 yards from me. When I shot her I took off running after her. I had no clue what I was doing. My dad never took me. Just picked it up on my own.
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
