My desire to hunt kicked in even more after I got hurt, because I had nothing but time. And I didn't wait to get my prosthetic before I went on my first hunt. They had me sitting in a handicap blind that uses hydraulics to rise about 15 feet in the air. We saw some does, and I was going to shoot one, but then a 4-pointer appeared and stopped about 20 yards from the blind. I pulled the trigger and then let out that last deep breath. I couldn't see with all the smoke from the black powder, but I could hear the buck kicking in the bushes, so I knew he was down. My hands were shaking. It was really exciting. That was my first deer—the first time I'd shot anything larger than a bird. Since then I've shot does, teal, doves, my first Rio Grande turkey, and javelinas.