My grandfather and I sat together in a wooden homemade ladder stand in some timber on his property in Maplesville al and killed my very first deer at halftime of the iron bowl a couple of days after I turned 12. I remember we brought it back to the barn and my mom and dad took our picture with a polaroid camera. No matter what they do to me, they cant ever take that memory away from me

Last year my little boy shot his very first deer on my Dad's farm in Dallas county.

Them is a couple of feelings and a couple of times in your life you never really can recreate.
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