My ten year old and I spent some tree time this evening. A doe and fawn were in the field when we arrived, but when they moved behind some corn, we hurried to the stand and climbed up.
At 6:10, a doe and fawn crossed the creek to Lydia's left, and worked through the thorn brush towards the fields. At 25 yards, Lydia made a perfect shot, and the doe made it 50 yards before crashing. The ensuing celebration was full of fist pumps, shaking, hugs, questions, more shaking, . . .
There is nothing quite like the privilege of sharing that flood of adrenalin and emotions that comes with your kid's first deer.