In 2014 I was 10 and it was my second year of hunting. It was about 7:30 to 8:00 when I saw my big 13 pointer walk right out. When I got my 30 ought .6 ,I had put it under my arm instead of on my shoulder. So when I shot I got hit in the nose by my scope and shot the bucks gut. My grandpa and I couldn’t see it so we waited about 7 min and finally walked down. It wasn’t there but there was blood. So we hopped in the Jeep and drove to our cabin to get my grandma. We searched and searched for that buck but couldn’t find it until grandpa yelled “WHOOPIE!” And then followed with a “I found it!”. My grandmother and I ran as fast as we could to find my fist deer in a creek. In the end it turned out that my cousin Cody had been looking for that buck for quite a while on his game cameras.