It was opening day of gun season, my first year hunting. I had been scouting during bow season and had seen a few does that i couldn't get a shot off at. The opening day, my uncles put me in their "best stand". I got up very early and just waited in my stand until i could see. I heard some rustling in the brush and out came a smaller doe. I fired off the shot. The doe ran as i thought i missed it. The first thing i thought was to grunt to try and get it to stop. The doe fell over. I was fourteen and had gotten my first deer. I heard some more rustling in the brush and out came a four pointer. I fired off the shot and it dropped. I had also just gotten my first buck. A third doe came out but i was all tagged out. I was the happiest fourteen year old that morning.