I'm interested to hear stories about everyone's first successful hunt. Although I started hunting back in 2006, there was about a 4 year hiatus beginning in 2008 where I didn't have an opportunity to hunt. This year, I was able to get into the woods on the second from last day of the modern firearm portion of deer season with a buddy from my Sunday School class at church. Here is the story of my first successful hunt: We got into the stand a little later than planned Saturday just as the sun was shining its first rays of light on the land. We were in a 2-person ladder stand leaning against a tree and watching a field through a small wooded area that had a lot of deer signs. About 45 minutes into the hunt, with a couple grunt calls and doe bleats scattered in, two does were curious and stepped out of cover. From where I sat in the stand, I couldn't see them but my buddy was able to. A few minutes later they moved to where we both could see them. We watched them a little while longer and eventually one of the two does moved into our shooting lanes. Both of us had very narrow shooting lanes due to having to shoot through the wooded area before the field opened up. From where the does were, I had a somewhat better shooting lane than my buddy so I took the 1st shot. My bullet was deflected by a small branch and missed. The doe moved a little to where my buddy had a good shot on the same doe but he jerked the trigger and missed her completely as well. We were both very surprised to find that both does were still in the field not sure of what was going on. The doe we both shot at and missed moved to where there was a tree that blocked any shot on her but the second doe moved into my shooting lane. I lined up the cross hairs of my scope onto her vitals, checked to make sure there were no small branches in my shooting lane, and estimated her to be at about 100 yards. I practiced breath control, steadied my aim, and gently squeezed the trigger of my Marlin X7 chambered in .308 Winchester. The 180 gr hand loaded Hornady SST bullet projected by 40.0 grains of IMR 4064 powder traveled at just under 2400 fps and entered into her left shoulder. I didn't see it because of the recoil but my buddy said the shot immediately dropped the doe where she stood. We then both saw the first doe flashing her white tail while running to the cover from whence they came, finally aware of the danger. The mortally wounded doe only lived long enough to try to to lift her head twice then didn't move any more after that. We carefully climbed out of the stand to go check on the kill, make sure we hadn't wounded the first doe, and keep the coyotes away from the carcass. The absence of a blood trail and the fact the first doe hadn't run until the third and successful shot dropped the second doe, I am confident the first doe was not wounded in any way. We then checked the slain doe and verified the shot was an ethical kill that had punctured her lung and severed her spinal cord. It was my first harvest of an animal and I thanked God and the animal for the meat provided to us.