I had the pleasure on the second Tuesday to accompany a good friend with his daughter of 12 on a doe hunt up here. We sat in a baronnett grounder 350 ground blind together. I was just along for the enjoyment of hopefully getting to watch a youngster harvest a deer with her father by her side. It was an afternoon sit and around 3:45 3 doe appeared. We were set up in a high brush thicket in a nice sized opening in it under a big pine. The deer were probably 80-85 yards out and just milling through. Me and my buddy are talking to the youngster, telling her take your time, let them come( they were moving in our direction), etc. My heart was pounding. She uses a .222 as do my kids and myself and her father so shot placement has been pounded into her for years. Here's the funny part. She has her gun up on the sticks totally focused and eye down the scope. She calmly unshoulders the rifle turns to her father, then back to me and says relax guys, it's all good. You two are way too worked up. Reshoulders the rifle, takes aim, the deer are at about 75 yards broadside feeding. Boom! Lead doe jumps up off all 4's runs 30 yards and stops. Wobbly feet and faceplant! Stone dead! Turns to her father and back to me and says Dirtnap! I almost wet my pants. I busted out laughing along with her father and high fives and hugs proceeded. Then she said I just brang you guys along to gut and drag. What a great memory!