We got out early and could hear rustling in the cornfield under our blind, but couldn't see anything. At first light my son whispers - Right there Dad, deer! We see 6 ghostly figures eating corn, the bigger one about 30 yrds from the hootch. I talk my son into his aim, there is a tree blocking the neck and shoulder. He aims for the ribs, shoots. The doe jumps and staggers about 25 yards, then flops down. We climb down to take a look and find a nice fat doe. Nice deer for my son's first deer. He's 14 years old and was proud about his first kill. I showed him how to gut out his deer and found that he broke the last rib and turned the liver into jelly. The ole $125 handi in .270 that I bought at a yard sale did the job well. My 300 win mag has been quiet this season, but that is fine just to see my son's face while his 2 grandpas bragged him up today.