My first deer, a doe and my first buck, a spike...both taken with a bow, rank high up there as far as memories go. Hell, just the sight of a deer would send my heart rate into overdrive. I’m much more selective now, but that’s my choice. I get more excited when I see a young one get their first deer than if I shot one myself. These people need to realize that these young hunters will remember their first harvests for the rest of their lives...and the looks on their faces is priceless.