Your first deer???

[SpokaneSlayer]

I shot my first deer this past November 30 minutes after getting into the stand for my first day of the late season.  21 yard shot with my bow on a 3 point whitetail with on small eyeguard.  Took me 5 years to get my first.

[machine]

Shot my first deer last October.Went out with my roommate and hiked past a washed out road were I had seen does.He took a low road around a clearcut and I went up the high side.We sat and glassed for over an hour without seeing anything.He got up and walked around the clear cut and I saw a doe run towads the timber then another.I glassed the area they came from and saw a third deer in the grass but couldn't see its head.I'm sitting about 200 yards away and my roommates about 25 yards from the third deer but doesn't see it.The roomate keeps walking and I set up my rifle over a stump and watch the deer through my scope for a few minutes.It turns its head and I see antlers Boom ran about 50 yards and laid down.Took us five hours to drag him back to the truck,we were worn out from the drag and took one day off then went out again and got my roomate his first kill ever a spike buck.

[zackmioli]

I believe I was 12 years old. I had been riding along with my grandfather for a few years up in in the old Champion area. But this was my first year going over to deer camp in the palouse with my dad, godfather, great uncle, cousin, family friend, etc. All in all I believe there were 7 of us in camp. We were staying at this farmers place hunting a couple different properties. After a couple days the farmer tells us there is a big doe that beds down in this one area every afternoon and to take me back there to try and get a shot. So of course EVERYONE goes up there, we spot her and I get set up with the 30-30 I'm using on a fence. She is bedded down about 75 yards out. Well in my nervous state I placed the barrell on the wire fence. Everyone is standing behind me, Uncle has the video camera out, my dad is telling me to calm down (YEAH RIGHT), and just focus on the deer. Well the deer is bedded down in the dirt clods so I can't even find the damn thing in my scope and I'm getting more and more nervous the longer it takes. Finally I see the thing, I put the crosshairs on it, BANG, dirt flys up about 10 feet in front of the deer. She gets up and trots about 40 yards, stops and looks back at us. "Shoot again" BANG, dirt flys up 10 feet in front of her again! She trots about 25 yards, stops and stares. "Shoot again, aim higher" I tell them I'm holding right on her, no one notices the barrell on the wire fence. I take another shot, way short again, she trots up to the top of this knoll, about 300 yards out. I am nearly in tears I'm so embarrassed because I knew I was a better shot than that. They tell me try 1 more shot, aim like 6 feet over her head. So I do, I put the crosshairs above her head and pulled the trigger. BANG! (you could hear the bullet traveling through the air for a couple seconds) and then THWACK! "HE HIT IT! OH MY GOD HE HIT IT!" Deer goes down, I hit her in the spine abouve her back hip. My dad and I went out there to put the kill shot in her but I was so worked up from the past 5 minutes I couldnt hold a gun to save my life so he walked up and put her down for me. We got a bunch of pictures, gutted her out, and threw her in the truck. I will definitely never forget that.

[machine]

First picture is my roomates spike,the second is my Buddy's girlfriends first deer.Both shot in 2009 with rifles.He has tagged 16 blacktail bucks in 17 seasons,not sure if he has anything to do with her success.

[drbones]

My first (and so far only) deer was a Texas whitetail, bagged in the first minutes of my first day hunting deer.  I could hear multiple bucks rattling in the scrub as I sat in the stand, and as soon as the sun came up, there was a doe under the feeder (this was TX, after all!).  I was debating whether to take her or hope for a buck when she turned her head and eight points looked back at me

I had to wait a few more minutes for shooting light...and then I had to put the rifle down and try again.   I was so excited I couldn't keep him in the scope.  A few deep breaths later and I put one right under/behind his left shoulder, dropping him in his tracks.  This wasn't really a "hunt" in any sense of the word, but it was still pretty exciting. 

That was in the Texas hill country, where whitetails are almost like raccoons.  It's a good bit harder since I've come back up here to the NW where you actually have to *hunt*.  Hoping for a blacktail this year, but I'm assuming I'll be eating my tag.  Still beats workin...