Just returned from Chesaw. No tags notched, but what the heck, it is a great story. I had my 13yo nephew on his first "official" hunt with the fellas. We kept it light for him, but he was motivated to take a hike with me on Saturday afternoon. I was planning on heading to one of my favorite hills to stand for the evening and he stomped along. We set-up in an area where I knew that we had a good chance of seeing a deer or two and sure enough, we were sitting for less than 10 minutes when two whitetail does passed below us at 100 yards. Good sign for us. He was very excited about seeing deer, and I told him that I had seen a very nice 3-pt Mulie in the area in the morning so hopefully we would get lucky. About 4pm, I left him sitting and decided to make a quick hunt around the knob we had been sitting on. Had not gone forty yards around the hill, when I jumped a good number of deer in thick brush. Walked back to my nephew and told him to be ready, as they behaved like whitetails and could make a lap around the hill. Sure enough, ten minutes later, three nice whitey bucks made their way under us at about 100 yards. I set him up to shoot as they were walking behind brush. What I failed to tell him at the time is he needed to hold down a bit on the deer as we were shooting at a better than fair downhill angle. Anyway, they were slow at presenting a good shot for him, but eventually, they began to move into a good shooting lane. When the first buck appeared, a nice four point, he just was not ready for the shot. I did my best to keep him calm, which was very challenging, as I was very excited for him. Any way, the second appeared, he took his time, and made the first shot, which was high and completely missed the buck. The first two deer ran off, including the shooter, and he was certain he made the hit. I knew he did not, but told him that we would wait a bit before researching the area for blood. I was convinced that he missed, and told him about angles and downhill shooting. After an hour, we got up and began to walk downhill in the direction the deer had left. Well, much to my surprise, we jumped a nice buck out of his bed in thick cover. As there should have been two, I began to doubt my thoughts of a miss. I returned to the area of the hit and found a very small amount of blood, and pink tissue. I figured a lung hit and called for my nephew to join me on the blood trail. We followed the trail, only to lose it again in the same area as the buck we jumped. I asked him to stay put and too keep his eye downhill. I walked too the top of the thicket, and sure enough, the wounded buck jumped from the brush, ran right past my nephew to the bottom of the draw and expired there. What a great day and I thanked him and his father for the great memories. I want too thank all of you for allowing me to share a great moment. This is the third "first" buck I have had the pleasure of enjoying with family members and I would trade all of my bucks to relive those moments again and again.