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Jan 1st, 2010, I took my daughter hunting. It was a successful day. We were in the woods, not pasture, and she spotted the deer at about 85-90 yards behind me, but it wouldn't turn for the larger profile shot that she is familiar with. We waited, and waited, and waited. The deer was slowly walking away from us and wasn't turning. Although she is a great shot it takes her a while to get on a small target and we felt a head shot was too small a target at that distance given her current skill level. She gave me the rifle and asked me to take a head shot before he disappeared into thicker brush. I did so with her 243 rifle, dropping him where he stood. I am very pleased with her patience, for spotting the deer behind my line of vision, for making the call to give me the rifle to take the head shot, and I consider this just as much her deer as it is mine. I wouldn't have gotten it if she didn't see it. I also wouldn't have gotten it if she wouldn't have offered me the shot. Between 6:30 and 10 am, we saw 5 deer...a spike, a fawn, a 6 point, a deer that we weren't able to determine as a buck or doe, and then this one. It was a great way to start off the new year. Even though I took the shot, I am very proud of her.