The fall of 2002 I invited Job to come hunting with me on the opening day of rifle season. Since this was his first
year I was really hoping that he would have a chance at a deer.
I had been hunting the same stand location on opening day for the past few years without any luck and decided
to try out a different setup in the same general area.
Opening day found us sitting on a rocky glade with a well worn deer path in front of us. Since I had never hunted
this particular area before, I really didn't know what to expect.
About 30 min. after day light we heard my dad shoot up the hill from us about a 1/4 mile away. He got on the radio
and said that he had shot a small doe and would meet us on the old farm road at 9:00am. Fifteen minutes later I heard something
to my left and saw three deer bouncing through the woods. When they got to within twenty yards they turned and headed directly towards
us at a pretty good pace. When the first one got to within 10 feet I pulled up and shot as it rolled to a stop just feet away.
The other two deer split in opposite directions and I was yelling at Job to shoot the closest one. Since he was on the other
side of the tree behind me, and is left handed, he had to step way out around the tree and me to get a shot. He fired one
shot as the deer went over a little hump. The deer never acted like it was shot, and Job really didn't think he hit it. We
sat back down for a minute and looked at my button buck that was laying less than five feet away, recapping what had just
happened. I suggested we go and make for sure that he didn't hit that deer. I walked to where the deer had went over the hump,
and there, twenty yards away, was Job's doe piled up against a stump. He had put a perfect double lung shot through his first
deer. Job picked up on the fact that his was bigger than mine, and I heard that the rest of the season!
After some high-fives and a few pictures, we drug the deer out to the road where Dad was waiting. What a year that
was! Within the first hour we each had a deer down
