I'll never forget my first deer hunt. 55 years ago.....and after begging to go with my dad and uncles.....they finally relented. Blaze orange wasn't "invented" yet. My mom used Rit dye to turn an old sweatshirt red....and my dad gave me an old red cap of his to wear.....and I was "legal".....barely. Long-johns, chopper mittens, and 5 buckle overshoes....and I was ready for the November temps. I had my Winchester Model 12, 16 gauge with foster slugs.
Night before the hunt.....I was awake all night....not a wink of sleep anticipating the big hunting event. Out the door at 4AM and off to my station along the river bottom. Sat in front of a tree and leaned back on it for support.....and after about 15 minutes....fell sound asleep. Startled awake to the sound of a gunshot.....and had a doe in front of me about 30 yards and on the run going away. My uncle shot it from his ground stand about 50 yards away from me. He wondered why I never shot, and he could hold off no longer. :D
I never fired a shot or saw another deer.....but I sure became addicted to deer hunting.