This year my husband said I had to start sitting in the stand alone. I had been out a few nights and saw deer but none were close enough. We went out that afternoon (Oct 7th), he went to his stand and I to mine. I thought that night would be my first night not to see anything. Just then, I had an 8 pointer trot in. My heart started racing, I stood up and pulled back. He was too fast so I sat back down. Not a minute later, this 11 pointer walked in, even closer than the 8. I pulled back and he gave me the perfect shot!! I shot, he jumped like a bucking bronco and ran not too far into the woods. I quickly squatted down in the stand to watch where he’d gone in. When my husband came, I told him I shot one... my very first buck! I showed him where he entered the woods, we went in and there he was!!! I couldn't stop jumping up and down!! Needless to say, I’m not sure who was more proud. :)
