Proud Papa here, my twelve year old grandson got his first deer last Thursday. This was his third time out, only hunted in the mornings. First two times out only saw one doe each time. When he got bored and restless we called it a day. He said that he only wanted to shoot a buck. This one came by at about 7:30 and he made a perfect shot through the heart at about fifty yards. I had him follow the blood trail until we found it. I could tell from the blood trail that it wouldn’t be long before we found it.
