I've been there with my son too. It's a great feeling!

Wish my dad could've been there when I got my first deer.
I watched my grandpa just about do cartwheels when he saw me covered in blood after I came home after getting my first (and even second) deer. My mother nearly passed out though. I put the buck up on my shoulders to move it to a shaded area but got a blood bath in the process. Coming home with a white T-shirt covered in blood made it look like I had just return from Vietnam barely alive.
