.308 Sako Mannlicher Carbine. 8 years old. 10 pointer.

Transportation was provided by my brand new Honda 110 3-wheeler. Climbed the tree with a Baker climbing stand I stole from a hook in the barn. Hunted what I now know to be called a Funnel. Strip of woods between two larger woodlots on a cattle farm. I picked the spot.

Day after Thanksgiving. Tennessee. They didn't think I'd shoot anything and I was just having fun being a kid. I told my Dad I was going deer hunting and he just said ok, but added that we'll go to Alabama in the next week and deer hunt. We were quail hunting that weekend with extended family around for the holiday. We didn't have many deer in our neck of the woods back then. A few but not many. We had enough. He came right through there at daylight and I dropped him where he was standing. Couldn't get him on the back of the 3-wheeler so I tied his rack to the rear bar and drug him back to the house. Wore all the hair off one side of him, Lol!. Never forget my ole man's face or my Grandfather's when I showed up with it.