I finally got my deer one afternoon when I got off work.
There were 2 deer in the field, Jacob & I both shot at the same time and they both ran a little ways into the creek and never came back out. When we were heading to the house to get the truck and load them, there was another one in a different field that Jacob got. A guy that works for Jacob's dad loves deer meat, so we gave them all to him!
Here is the picture I text my brothers and dad so they could be proud of me... haha. My dad said it looked like a coyote on his phone and my brothers told me I got Bambi and that it didn't count unless I gutted it. But my husband was pretty happy with me even attempting and then hitting it on the first shot that he didn't care what size it was. Verdict on being a deer hunter: Probably won't do it again unless it's warm or another decides to jump out in front of my car. I didn't mind it, but I didn't get a thrill out of it like avid hunters do.