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hunter24605":3jgwx6nn said:No matter the circumstances, that first one is always full of excitement and forever cherished in our memories..I really enjoy reading these type threads and looking at the "old" pictures..From cotton long-Johns and wool pants and coats to todays super high tech layering clothing..How did we do it? LOL...My first was 1980-81 and my oldest brother took me..It was cold, well cold for us anyway, about 20* and mom said I better take something to sit on to keep my butt off the cold ground...I untied one of the seat cushions from a dining room chair to use. I later found out, the hard way, that wasn't exactly what she had in mind...My brother dropped me off under a big poplar tree and said just sit and wait...He hadn't much got out of site when I heard something coming from behind..It was a smallish 8 point buck at a steady trot. Not in a hurry, but he certainly had somewhere he wanted to be..In the excitement I jumped up, whirled around with the old 38-55 my dad let me use and naturally the buck saw me..He stopped dead in his tracks for just long enough for me to pull off a rushed shot at about 40 yards with the iron sights..Although, as I think I mentioned in a thread a while back, the front site on the gun was broke off many years before and it had a dime that was cut in half soldered to the barrel for the front blade sight...Anyway at the shot the buck bolted, and I was certain that I missed..Until I heard my brother holler to come to him...The buck ran right by him and pilled up dead about 80 yards from where I shot.From the time he dropped me off under the poplar tree until I was standing over my first buck was all of 10 minutes....I would love to have the picture back, sadly it was destroyed when mom's basement flooded.
That's a great story.