My first deer was a westvirgina 8 point. I was 11 years old. My father and a few other family members hunted the first too days of the season then my dad drove back home and picked me up that night . I was abel to hunt wendsday morning because I was off school for thanksgiving. Wendsday morning my father takes me up the holler and taks me to an open field and tells me to go to the end of the field and go into the woods about 50 yards and find a log to sit on. He told me he would be about 80 yards from me and if I needed him to just walk over. As I was crossing the field the sun was comeing up enogh to see as soon as I got in the woods I could hear footsteps in the leaves on the flat below me I got in the woods maybe 25 yards and I saw the 8 pointer feeding on acorns. I pulled my 30-06 up and shot the buck in the shoulders he ran about 80 yards to the creek bottom and died. My father never made it to his stand he came running over thinking I had tripped and my gin went off. When he saw I was ok he asked what I was shooting at. I told him I just shot a nice 8 point buck. We went and got some help to get the deer out of the woods when everyone saw the buck they couldn't believe that I killed this good of a buck on the 3rd day of the season because this farm has alot of pressure and everyone is meat hunters in this area so a buck with 6 or more points is not a common thing. On opening day there was 6 bucks killed on this farm all spikes and 4 points. The second day nothing was killed and on the 3rd day my 8 point and nothing else that week. My buck was far from being a big deer he scores 95 inchs but for this farm and the 3rd day of very heavy hunting pressure he was pretty good and being in the woods for a total of about 5 minuts wasn't to bad either.