When my brothers and I first started hunting we shot does on year 1. We didn't even wait long enough to be able to see a buck...if it was brown it was down. Year 2 we all saw a buck from the same stand that was a little, old, jacked up buck that had only a right side to his rack. We named him one horned Willy. It was the first buck that we had seen in the woods and all of us darn near crapped ourselves because we had actually seen a buck. My brother (not deerburger, the other one) shot him that day and my uncle had him mounted to commemorate the occasion. One horn Willy still sits on his man room wall. He was the buck that hooked me. Now, I can't stop. And, that's the story.