Im 15. Went out the first morning with my grandfather, brother and my father. I got into my spot before light when i heard something coming in right where i walked in. I turned and got ready. I didnt have my gun up yet because i didnt know if it was a person or not. So i waited for about 5 minutes. Still hearing the noise i was getting the itch. I waited and waited. It felt like an hour. I finally caught a glimps of a head. It was a decent sized 6 point. I began to raise my gun up. I tried to look through my scope but it was fogged up. He was only about 20 yards. i slowly raised my hand up to see if i could clear the scope. Which only made it worse. so he spooked. Ran right to where my dad was sitting. He must have veard off to the swamp though because he said he never saw it. about an hour later of hearing nothing but gun shots going off through the whole mountain, i heard afew deer running through the thickets. i pulled up and got ready. the first three didnt stop. so i waited. 2 more big doe came out. the biggest one stopped at 70 yards. I pulled my 20 Gauge up, looked through the new scope my dad got me for my birthday, put it right behind her shoulder and let her have it. she jumped and bucked like a bull and took off about 30 yards and layed down for the count. I was so stoked being it was m first deer. A gut pile is a pile of happyness ill tell you. I live for hunting. Hunt every chance i get. I was really happy that my grandfather was able to be there when i took my first deer.