In the fall of 2006, it was finally time. I got to go hunting. Since it was my first time hunting, I got first choice of stand. I decided to hunt from the one that we had just put up that summer. It was a free standing box stand that sat on the corner of a tree line along a huge field. I would be hunting with my dad, as I was young and inexperienced. When we got into the stand on Saturday morning it was cold. So we kept the shooting windows closed until it was light enough to shoot. Once again, it was boring and I fidgeted too much. But for some inexplicable reason, I enjoyed it. It was just so peaceful sitting there with nature happening around you. After quite a while, a six-point buck came walking along the tree line. I was so excited and nervous. I pulled back the mittens on my gloves, shouldered my rifle, and aimed out of the shooting window. The buck was right below me. Easy shot. When I looked through my scope all I saw was brown. I was confused. I kept looking around trying to find the deer. I was not sure if I was aimed at it as the ground was also brown. The deer ran away. I felt horrible. My scope was at 10-times magnification from sighting it in at 100 yards. My dad told me that it is good to keep it at a low magnification and turn it up if you need it. I learned a hard lesson, but I was proud of myself for not taking the shot. I did not know what I was aimed at. That is dangerous. That was the only deer I saw that weekend. My first time hunting and I didn't even take a shot. I was very disappointed.