I was 12 when I took my first deer. It was the youth season in early September. The days were still somewhat long and hot. The first couple days me and my dad sat in a makeshift blind we made ourselves we called the "Taj Mahal" without much action occuring around our blind. A few days later a little basket rack walk within 30 yards of our blind, but I was shaking so much with excitement and anticipation that when I fired I had completely missed the deer all together. My heart sank, but I knew that there was still well over a week left in the season and another oppertunity would surely arrive. That opportunity arrived just a couple days later when we were walking to our blind when we stumbled upon a 10pt buck that surely belonged on a wall. We waited what seemed like a lifetime for the deer to move closer to us. The buck never came closer so I had to take a shot at it from 80yds. I touched her off and watched the deer dash into the woods. We walked over to where the deer was standing and found a nice amount of blood on the ground and a steady blood trail. We waited a while before we started following the trail. We followed the trail for over an hour until the day got dark and we had to abandon the trail and pick it up the next day. I was disappointed I didn't get to claim my buck that night and I could hardly sleep that night with the hopes of finding my buck the next day. Unfortunately, it rained that night and blood trail washed away. Me and my Dad searched woods the next day hoping to find that buck, but we never had any success. My heart sank again with disappointment. I thought with all my bad luck I would never get my first deer. I went an entire week before seeing another deer on the final morning of the youth season. It was a six point basket rack. When I finally got a clear shot, I didn't hesitate. The deer went down and I was so relieved. I was so happy. I completely forgot about all my mishaps and misfortune earlier in the season and was completely lost in the moment with happiness and excitement. I often wonder about the one buck that I lost, but it still isn't, and no buck ever will be as big of a trophy as my little six point basket rack.

I have not shot a deer yet this will be my first season hopefully ill put meat in the freezer and take pride in my first deer.Although im only 12!

my first deer was about 7 years ago. I remember we were hunting up my cabin in Tionesta,Pa in the late season. I actually left school on a half a day and started north. We got there about 3 in the afternoon and rushed to catch the last few hours of daylight. Me and my uncle we walking through the woods on an extremely cold day and we saw a porcupine snacking on a tree when the words " Kiff theres deer" (Kiff is my nick name) I look about 150 yards off in the distance and there is about 7 deer walking through the fresh snow we sat for about 5 mintues waiting to see if they would come any closer. After either of us couldnt stand to watch anymore he says if you think you can hit one take a shot. I pulled my 7mm 08 to my shoulder and i was shaking like the gun weighted 2 tons. I squeeze off a shot and my hat falls over my eyes and before i could lift it to see my uncle has me in a bear hug telling me shes down.At this point the people that were already hunting from our camp heard the shot and walked over. As we walked down the hill we get 10 yards from the deer it springs to its feet and runs out of sight. We let it settle down again and began to stalk it. Now i mind you that there were 2 men and two 12 year old boys trugging throught the woods, probably not the quietest we could have ,ade it. SO we finally nock this deer down after about 2 miles. It lying there and we come to realize it was a gut shot. As were gutting it i have my hand in there and my uncle congratulates me by smearing blood on my right cheek. After the joy of the hunt dies down we realize we need to get this deer out because we were losing light fast. So my 135 obs body had to drag this deer miles in knee deep snow up hill. Regardless of the obsticles this was one of the happiest moments of my life and without a doubt one i will never forget.

I just bought a new bow this year for the overall price after set up just under $1,500.00. Bought new camo sentlock suite for about $250. Bought all the doe pee,food,and other attractents for about $150. Shot a buck of a lifetime at 20 yds. scoring out at 186 7/8 Pope and Young and feild dressing out at 240 lbs and taking over the top spot for typical in Taylor Cty,WI PRICELESS.
Theres nothing better than injoying the outdoors with family and nature and getting that first deer under your belt.

My first deer was a spike taken opening week end of 2009. Being 11 anything was a trophy. My Dad was always telling me that if you see does there just might me a buck following. So a little bit after first light my Dad spotted what we thought was a doe so while he spotted the doe (so we think) I went to check another spot. when I come back he says i think it is a spike so i grab my rifle and look and then sure enough is was a spike adn then i squeezed the trigger and it DROPPED RIGHT DOWN!! my Dad was like wowed that an 11 year old dropped her dropped her first deer at 165 yards!! then the worked started!!

i don't care what anyone says, your first deer is always the hardest kill and your biggest trophy. my first deer was takin almost seven years ago during ohio's short two day youth season the week before deer gun season. i was thirteen at the time, i was wearing dads old air force coat, old woodland bdu's and my trusty hunting boots. i was carrying the old ithica 20 guage single shot. i didnt like the bead front sight, so we glued on a pair of fiber optic rifle sights... (they're still on there slaying deer) i had been bow hunting down in a pond that the land's previous owners had tried to dig. the deer always walked over the ridge and followed the western boarder. there is a weed bank that extended to the middle of the pond and is a perfect place to sit. it was a cold rainy morning... it wasnt cold enough to snow, but it was still cold enough. i slogged through the muddy mess in almost complete darkness to the cold folding aluminum chair. as first light started to break, no deer, no birds, nothing. the longer is froze to the seat, the further my heart sunk. around eight thrity, i heard a feighnt sound and peaked over the weed bank. to my suprise there were two does sneaking my way. i sholdered my single shot 20 and waited. as the two does reached the corner of the weed bank, just out of my kill zone, i slowly pulled the hammer back. when it clicked into place, it sounded like a car door slamming. the lead doe took one step forward, into my kill zone. the blood was pounding my ears. she was twonty yards away, i lined the sights up for a head shot and squeezed the trigger. the gun jumped and boomed. the doe dropped where she stood. my ears rang as a smile spread across my face. i looked to my dad who was smiling even more.

I'm thirteen years old. And this is my first season to shoot a deer. And i shot three this year. My first of course a doe. walked by and buckshot did the trick. The day after that a six point was runnin by my stand. buchshot did the trick. two weeks later walkin to my stand and theres a spike. buckshot did the trick. Oh, I love my 870.

i loved the story, i wish those days of hunting were still around. The people i go hunting with have absolutely no idea and they give up on hunting after about 10 minutes and start walking around and rididng four-wheelers.

as you could guess i don't hunt with them much any more.

but yeah, great story i give you a thumbs up!

I remember killing my first deer - a small, adult doe - in Ozark County, Missouri in November of 1975! Wow! What a thrill it was! I thought that I was the great white hunter at the tender age of 21! I harvested the doe sitting on a limb of a huge white oak tree with a 30.40 Krag that my dad loaned me. The shot was taken at 35 yards. It was 7:30 a.m. on a cold, frosty morning in the Ozarks. I remember it like it was yesterday.