I just figured I'd share my hunting story from this year.
My girlfriend (She's sharp and learns extremely rapidly, as in, she had never shot anything but a .22 before, and I had her making accurate and rapid hits on a 25 yard target using my pump gun and 12ga slugs in about 3 hours of shooting time, running and controlling the gun. Impressive for a 118# 5'3" beastie!) accompanied me on her first deer hunt ever, this thanksgiving. We made it to the deer stand at about 0545, and there I had to sit, listening to her whisper her rated-X thoughts about the Wiggy's fishnet base-layers I'd bought us, (which, honestly at that point, I was hoping noone would see after listening to her go on and on about it). Anyway, goth stripper baselayers or not, a tiny girl gets cold, and at about 0640, she was not a happy camper.
"Will it scare all the deer if I just leave"?
"Yes".
"We'll go once the sun is up, right?"
"At around 0900"
"WHAT!?"
"Fine, sooner."
And so it continued, until she burrowed down into her jacket and sat there wishing she wasn't sitting there. She's a trooper though, so complaints didn't continue, and she kept her senses alert. She was who actually heard the buck at around 0650. I personally was going to shoot any deer I saw (legal) at this point, as an unhappy girlfriend on a hunting trip is likely to be an absent girlfriend on the next hunting trip. She excitedly motioned to me saying over and over "Deer!Deer!Deer!" as I un-slung my M4 and re-positioned in the stand. I was using a suppressor for the sake of all the ears involved.
The buck appeared to be younger, but had a decent rack, and was about 40 yards distant, headed across our FOV at an angle taking him closer to us. I began tracking him and would have fired except tree after tree popped into my crosshairs, and I feared hitting one. I set up in a firing lane and waited for him to cross, which he did, 23 yards from us, full broadside, when I fired. The 70gr GMX drove through both of his lungs, he hunched, and bounded off!
Now, this was when I learned fully that my girlfriend had never seen a real animal shot before. She turned to me with a look of abject horror on her face and asked "DID YOU GET HIM!? OUR DEER IS GETTING AWAY! SHOOT HIM!!!!" as I tried to calm her and convince her that the killing had been done, the dying just needed to figure it out. Lucky for both of us, I think, he piled up 68 yards out from where he was hit. His white underbelly toward us, where I directed her attention. Then the deer had to flail a bit. That caused her some disquiet, but I assured her dead was dead. Then came the task of keeping her in the stand for a bit until I was sure he expired. I think I managed about 2 minutes, during which I tried to condense a trauma injury lecture including vasoconstriction, fight or flight, perfusion pressure, etc. into 2 or 3 sentences while she looked on at our deer like a cat eyeing a sleeping bird. Not recommended, but I also knew where the bullet had gone, and so it was what it was. We went and collected our deer
Now, my girlfriend doesn't see dead bodies and blood and bones and whatnot at work all the time like I do, she sells magazines/books for Scholastic (If you have kids, you know what I'm talking about). Anyway, to my great joy, she actually helped with the dressing. She's looking forward to hunting HER first deer next year, and field dressing him/her, herself (with help)! Overall, a great experience for me, and the new hunter!
Entrance (inside of ribcage)
Exit (inside of ribcage):