Harvested my first deer at 11 years old, used a 45# Bear recurve. It was around lunchtime, the guys were gathered on the porch Bs'n away, stories I had heard countless times. I had grown tired of the ramblings of one of the guys in particular, drunken drawl. So I hopped up off the porch, grabbed my bow and headed out towards the overgrown orchard/ chicken coop area. Guys quipped as I left " good luck" I could hear them chuckle. So as I went through a hedgerow cut, I paused, and looked up at one of the apple trees, loaded with ripe fruit, so I made my way slow and quiet. As I neared the tree I could see a tail flicker through the sticker bushes at the base. Heart started pumping, took another step and noticed the head down, facing away from me doe. Took another step, she raised her head and shook some flies away, swallowed some apples, and put her head back down, oblivious to the impending peril. I got another step, and found an opening big enough to get a shot through so I stopped, got my stance right,drew, took aim and let the arrow fly. Honest surprise hit me as I saw the arrow hit her and she jumped up, and got tangled in the stickers! I didin't know what to do next, so I ran back to the guys, still bull chitting away, Kinda yelling " I got one" Caught a few yeah rights, then one of the guys noticed an arrow missing on my quiver. I got several more deer with that bow before ever harvesting one with a gun.