My First Buck

We had just gotten back from Denver, Colorado. I begged my grandpa to go out hunting. of course I didnt get to shoot an elk in colorado. well, me and grandpa were looking around in our very hilly pasture when we scouted some mulies about 500 yards or so away. My grandpa came up with a master plan. We were going to sneak around and try to get a shot. When we popped over the hill the mulies started to run, and in the back was this wide 3-by-4 on a dead run. I pull up and shoot grandpa's 270. I had shot the deer and grandpa asked if I had hit the deer. Of course, I was excited and was jumping up and down. That is my first buck