Running late with dad to the blind, we went to a open field in the middle of hardwoods, normally full of doe. Dad had looked over to my side of the blind noticing a deer that I had over looked. He thought it was a doe till its head moved and you could see antlers. I got sighted in, dad walked me through the steps, and then I pulled the trigger. He didn’t make it more then 50 yards with a double lung shot.