My 9 yo daughter and I were Sitting in a Box stand on Friday evening when a pair of nice does walked out. She was cool, calm and collected when I told her to get ready. She laid down "Her" mod 70 in 257 Bob and found a doe in her scope. She said that she had her and asked me to flip the safety. I took of the safety offand she immediately pulled the trigger. The doe went 20 yards and piled up. I couldn't have been any more proud. The funny thing is that the second one stepped back out and we switched places and put some extra meat in the freezer. Hers was shot right i right in the boiler room, taking both lungs and clipping the heart and mine was shot in the sholder.
