Spent the first week hunting at home. First day I passed up oppurtunities, and was in the wrong place at the wrong time for deer I would have taken. Last Wednesday I went hunting with friends and had a doe comes running across a field not 60 yards away from us. I let the two women I was with take the shot, and they both missed as it made it into the woods. Saturday I hunting at my friend's dad's farm, and got a nice 140 lb 8 point early in the morning. About 7:15 AM a buck came struggling by the camper (converted to a shooting blind) we were in, obviously hurt in one of the front legs. My friend's dad was hollaring for me to shoot but I couldn't tell if it was legal (need 4 points on one side in our corner of the state), and I didn't want my first buck to be illegal or rotten. He reminded me afterwards that if the meat was ruined the animal would have been disposed of, and if the meat was fine but the buck wasn't legal, he could have put one of his farm tags on it. "Next one that comes by, shoot or get outta the way". About 15 minutes later two deer come out of the woods, one a buck, the other looked like a doe. I got into position, but was hesitating because I wasn't sure it was legal. It started moving and again the father says "Shoot!" The trapshooter in me took over, I slapped the trigger and down it went like a ton of lead. Again he's hollaring "Shoot!" and I look at the doe and see it's really a buck. I say "It's not legal" (and it wasn't), and we let it go. He didn't see me drop the first deer, and assumed I had missed and that the second one was the actually the first one getting away.
Tagged it, gutted it, and took it back the barn to skin. Shot was at about 100 yards with the deer trotting. Found I hit it high and to the left of where I was aiming. Hit both lungs, and completely removed two inches of spine. A couple inches higher, and I'd have missed it. Not happy with the shot I made, but a nice first buck. Was taken with the .30-06, using a 165 gr. Game King. Didn't see any deer the remainder of the day.
Went hunting Monday after work on my sportsman's clubs grounds. A friend was set up and I was going to see if I could push anything into him. Parked at the end of the rifle range, went a little way down the road, and started to turn into the woods. Step into the ditch and not 10 yards from me up jumps a doe. I'm starting to put the .30-30 up and the thought comes to mind "You're too close to the road! Dammit!" Put the gun down and up come two more doe outta the brush. They took off and I couldn't catch them. That friend I was driving for finally got a doe Tuesday night. He shot it through the heart with a .270 loaded with 130 gr. Game Kings. Shot it through the heart from the left side and the bullet lodged in the right front shoulder. Made a massive entry wound where it hit the ribs. Expanded big time,and recovered weight was 86 grains.
Went out last night and filled my doe tag for the local WMU. Was standing in a blind at about 4:45 PM. Watched two doe come across a road to my right and come into the field I was watching. Watched them for about five minutes hoping they'd get closer. Light was running out and I decided I would shoot. Got into a nice steady rest using the edge of the blind. Had the scope at 9 power, and could see the entire deer in my scope. That should have given me warning. Put the crosshairs were I wanted it to hit, and pulled the trigger. Deer jumped, and both ran into the short brush in the field next to the one I'd shot in. Thought I'd hit it, but was starting to have doubts. Topped off the gun and went down to where they'd been standing when I'd shot to look for blood. Didn't measure it off, but the shoot was at least 200 yards, well beyond the furthest I've ever shot. Couldn't find any blood, and I look over into the next field and see the deer in it's death throws. Must have ran about 75 yards after getting hit. Waited for it to settle down and die, then approached it. Then I saw how small it was.

I've still got a doe tag for the WMU where I got the buck, but don't think I'll bother going back there this Saturday. I was so upset with myself after shooting that doe last night, I cleaned the gun up and put it away for the season.
So, to finish, I was pleased with the buck, but dissappointed with the shot I made. I'm ashamed of the doe, but pleased with the shot I made. I've but three shots through the 114 directed at game, and I've helped my buddy finish off his black bear and killed two deer. Guess the gun was a good investment. Don't have any photos of the buck. Will post them when I can.
~Michael