Thought I would share this story as some enjoyed the story of Dad's 280 posted in the rifles section earlier. In Nov. 1967 I was 9 years old and weighed about 65-70 pounds, don't remember how tall I was. Dad had been teaching me to shoot since I was about 6 and thought I was ready for my first deer hunt. The weapon Dad chose for me was a .30 caliber M1 carbine which was the same type weapon Dad had used to harvest his first deer in Europe during WW2. Dad had me practicing a lot prior to the season and I was putting all my bullets in the black on a 25 yard pistol target (about 5 inches) at 50 to 75 yards. Anyway on the afternoon of opening day Dad took me out for my first deer hunt. I imagine he knew getting a 9 year old up at 2:00am to make a morning hunt was not a good plan. Dad found where a deer trail came off a low hill into an oak bottom and quickly constructed a brush blind. It seemed like forever but I am sure it was not all that long (sitting still and quiet was not a skill I had mastered) before a doe came down the trail and stood broadside at 40-50 yards. I was extremely excited (likely shaking) and proceeded to miss her 4 or 5 times. I still have no idea why she stood there while I fired that many shots, maybe deaf or laughing. I was depressed for missing after all the practice and thought my chances of another opportunity were done for the day. I had my first lesson that shooting at a live target was not the same as a paper target on the range. Dad assured me another deer would come down the trail. I was not long before a forkhorn buck came down the trail and stood facing us at about 25 yards. I think he had spotted us or knew all that stacked up brush had not been there before. Dad put his hands on my shoulders to calm me down and I slowly raised the carbine. Dad whispered to aim at the white patch on his neck. I set the white patch on top of the front sight and fired. The forkhorn dropped in his tracks. Talk about excitement, I had harvested my first deer. Dad was excited too, and I know quite proud. Upon examination of the deer Dad found the bullet had struck the forkhorn in the head quite a few inches from where I was aiming. Then Dad noticed I had slid the rear peep sight to the 300yd setting. I don't remember doing it but no doubt did while sitting and fidgeting trying to be still and quiet. At the 300yd setting the bullets would impact about 10 inches high at 50 yards, accounting for my missing the doe. Well that's my story and I am sticking to it. I know now and have for a long time the .30 carbine is not really a proper caliber for deer, but I will always cherish harvesting my first big game with with the same weapon Dad used. Posted in memory of Dad, MSgt W.A. Hines, WW2, Korea, Vietnam.