My son hunted deer for the first time last year at 9 years old. We saw a few deer, and he had some "close calls" but we just couldn't get a deer. This year my dad loaned him a .300 Savage with a spare stock we could cut off so he was ready. We saw a pile of doe Monday and Tuesday when it was buck only so I was hoping we could see some more of those doe when the season opened for them this Saturday. My brother-in-law pushed out the patch of woods in front of us and he actually saw this buck behind him when he was walking. He pulled a j hook and got behind the buck to move him our way, we think he waited around where he was because there were two doe with him. My son and I were in his stand and we were on alert, looking for anything that might be pushed out in front of us. We saw the two doe run by, about 75 yards to our left, running quickly out of range. I had a bleat can in my pocket and I figured it couldn't hurt to try it. After two bleats from the can I noticed that the last deer had stopped running and was looking our way, I did one more half dump of the can and we waited. I didn't know it until the deer got down to us, but it was this small buck, and he worked 100 yards down a logging road in front of us. My son made a great shot when the deer stepped into a clearing, and he knew it was a buck before I did. The buck never took a step and I told my boy "you just shot your first buck." I would say that I can't imagine feeling like that ever again, but I have a daughter.
When we took the deer to show my dad he told my boy that since he shot his first deer with that rifle, he can keep it.