I remember the first time I ever went hunting. “Always point the barrel down”, my dad demanded when I was handling my gun . I was preparing to sight it in like every year before I go hunting. I usually sight my gun in around the end of October. The first time I went hunting was the best. Usually every year on opening day of hunting season I hunt with my mom, but this time was different. It was the youth hunt and my dad took me out to hunt. My mom and I built a little ‘blind’ in the middle of our hay field made out of straw bales. It was kind of weird, but it eventually paid off. On the first day of the youth hunt my dad and I went hunting in the morning. We saw a couple does but no bucks to shoot yet. At 9:30 in the morning we went back