As a teenager, I shot my first deer straight below me from a homemade wooden treestand, so probably 15'.

I've been closer a handful of times, the closest being the time one opening morning when a young doe panicked and ran straight at me over a small hill. She didn't see me in time to swerve, so I sidestepped and poked her in the side with the muzzle of my 243 as she went by. That deer was out of her mind with panic.


4 out of 5 Great Lakes prefer Michigan. smile