My name is Cameron Martin and I am 14 years old. I shot this 8 point buck on the second day of youth season, late in the day. I was debating whether or not to go because I had just undergone knee surgery a few days earlier. I finally decided to go out about 3:30. Boy am I glad I did! I sat there for about 1 1/2 – 2 hours, and then i saw a doe. I put my crosshairs on her, but then decided to look around one more time before I squeezed off the shot. I looked up the hill from the doe, and there stood this buck. So I zoned in on him, squeezed off the shot, and he took off. I was reasonably sure I hit him, but called for tracking help anyway. My step-dad, step-brother, and buddy came to help me look. We looked up and down the fence line but didn’t see anything. We were just about to give up when my buddy said “hey guys, there he lays!” He had crossed the fence and a big draw, and fell right at the top of the draw.