Our My First Buck For me, hunting has always been about family. By Lesley Boyd B Y 8:30 A.M., I'd been on stand nearly three hours and was getting a little restless and bored, when a rifle blast broke the silence, startling me to attention. I stood up. If anything was going to happen, it would be now. Two minutes later, I still had seen nothing. The deer must have gone another way, I thought, or the hunter had been successful. APRIL 2015 The thought had no sooner crossed my mind when I spotted a deer feeding along the edge of the ravine I was on. I could tell it was a shooter buck. Maybe it would be my first. *** I started hunting with my dad and brother 12 years ago. It has been a good bonding experience for and has allowed me - the first female hunter in our family - to show the guys that I can do it, too. 21