1986, 10 years old, had glassed up 2 coues, one about a 100 incher and a smaller forky. Made the mile stalk and came up the same canyon they were in but the opposite side. By the time we had got there, they had layed down. I had a .243 and was with my father and stepfather. My stepfather had his 30-30 open sights so we sent him up to try breaking them up. We were a good 300 yards from where we had seen them. He ended up busting them out, never saw the bigger buck, but the fork was trotting accross the side of the canyon. My dad didn't think i had a prayer and told me to go ahead and let a little lead fly, i was only 10. At this point, the buck was pushing 400 yards, I can't even remember where I aimed but fired, reloaded and waited for him to come out from behing a tree. He came out but rolling! I had hit him in the neck, bullet did not exit. Was probably about a 70 lb deer but for my first, I was thrilled!