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Since my first on was only back in 2003, I do remember it vividly. It was rifle season's opening day. I had bowhunted for a month prior to the gun season and had not even spotted a deer. I was on a management area which allows women and youth to harvest does, so in my mind, if it was brown, it was down. My hubby put me in a good spot where he had hunted several times before and always saw deer. I climbed up about 25 feet, and hubby went on his merry way to his spot. I had not been in the tree 30 minutes when 3 does came out of the pines. I picked one out and squeezed the trigger, only to realize I had not chambered a shell! I tried to bolt in a shell as quietly as I could and I was successful. They didn't hear me. I aimed and shot and they took off. I didn't know if I hit her or not. I called hubby on the radio and he said, "Was that you that shot?" I said, "YES!" He said, "okay, I'm coming." He came back to my spot and helped me track her. She only ran about 40 yards. When we found her he said, "Damn! You nailed her!" I got the blood smeared on my face and took photos. It was just a doe, but it was my first deer.
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