Submitted by Jim Kufahl
When I was 12 years old, with zero hunters safety courses under my belt; Dad took me deer hunting in Clintonville, WI with some relatives. Brett, Brian, and Melissa. We made it to the blind by 6:30 or 7 in the morning, where I was freezing my ass off complaining within minutes of sitting there. He told me "calm down, you're in God's country". At that very moment, a doe came trotting out of shelter and stopped. This deer was a good 250 yards out at least. Dad said, "hold my beer and watch this" while lifting his 12 ga up to his shoulder, then stood there for a second.
From where I was sitting, it looked like he was aiming at the morning sun; but with a squeeze of the trigger he dropped that doe right where it stood. My adrenaline was pumping full tilt at this point. We walked up to the deer and he managed to hit it in the back of the head. He laughed, saying "I didn't expect that to happen" before asking me for his beer. so I handed the can back to him. He says "ok real funny, wheres the beer"? long story short, I chugged my first beer while on our walk to the deer. I helped him drag it back where we celebrated in true Wisconsin style, with another beer.
"Don't tell your mother!"