The first deer hunt I ever went on was when I was 9 in 2006. It was a simple hunt and my Dad got a little muley buck that day. We got outta the truck and walked about a hundred yards to a nearby fence. My dad brought up and shot the deer on the spot. It didn't go anywhere. at the time I thought that the buck was a nice one. But he really wasn't. but nevertheless, I will never forget that hunt. That hunt is the closest to my heart.