This year I gave up the training wheels and was determined to hunt with trad gear. I've had many close encounters and just couldn't close the deal. Deer were too close and I couldn't draw, they were too far etc... Although it is frustrating at times, I love the simplicity of the bow, the challenge and the discipline that is required. Friday, November 6 found me hunting in Chautauqua County, NY at my friend Mooch's place. He set me up in a pinch point inside of an old overgrown apple orchard. It was 76 degrees and I didn't expect much deer movement that afternoon. As I was day dreaming in my stand, I hear a commotion to my right. It's a deer... and he has some headgear! I start to put tension on the string as he trots towards my first shooting lane. I grunt to make him stop. He stops... but short of the lane with his vitals covered by branches. He starts trotting again, I grunt as he enters my shooting lane, he stops but I don't have a clear shot. Now I start to get excited. I have one more shooting lane to loose an arrow before he's gone from my life forever. He starts walking quickly towards my last opening. I grunt but he won't stop! I grunt as loud as I can and he finally stops, I come to full draw, pick a spot and let the arrow fly. I hear the thump and he runs off with his tail tucked. This is when the adrenaline starts to shoot through my body. I text Mooch that I hit one and we meet back at his house. Mooch found him first and I think he was just as happy as I. My first deer, a buck with 11 points. I'm still walking on sunshine and can't wipe the smile from my face. Thank you for reading. Be well, hunt safe and shoot straight.