I'll always remember my first one, I can even picture the deer in my scope still. Anyways it was the first day of gun season in Pa and we set up behind this log and there was snow on the ground and my dad said they'll be coming right down that hollow. So it's bout 20 degrees i'm bundled up like whats his face from the Christmas story and eating my soup and sitting by the tiny fire my dad built for me. Bout 9:30 he goes here they come get ready and grabs me by my hood and drags me outta my chair, campells chicken noodle soup flying everywhere haha and 6 came down and I took the first one my scope landed on and they all took off, I reloaded asking if I should shoot again and he said no don't. We walked up, couldn't figure out where she was, my dad had no idea which one I shot at and then we found her, I dropped her in her tracks.
My first decent buck was in gun season also, we never hunted this neck of the woods and it was the last day, my day checked it out earlier that week and figured we'd set up here since he found a lot of sign and rubs. Anyways I wake up and it's raining, not cool, but we go anyways. We get to the top of the hollow and sit down well before dark and after 10 minutes in the dark my dad says lets move up more. We move up 50 yards and can see into the hollow now. Well it gets light and see nothing and then at 8:30 my dad goes buck TJ there's a buck in the bottom. Here I think the bottom is like 50 yds away so I'm searching for a deer close, and I can't find him in my scope on 3 power. He goes it's right there and grabs my barrel to point towards it, still nothing. Then I get a little glimpse in my scope of something moving and here he was 100+ yards haha and one shot and dropped him in it's tracks. We named that hollow the 8 point hollow. A couple years later I was walking around in the hollow, not sure whether I was scouting or hunting, here my dad carved 8 pt 2006 into the tree we sat at, was pretty cool finding it.