I used to work at the local Country club as a grounds technician, which was simply a fancy way of saying grass cutter. Any way, when It was raining, we didn't work. It was pouring rain that day, so I stayed at home. Dad and me were sitting at the kitchen table eating when he said, "you better get out and hunt, them deer will be moving today!" I politely declined, stating I'd just rather stay in. After all, it was 36 degrees, raining like hell and the wind was coming out of the north, south, east, and west. He told me again, "them deer are moving I tell ya!" After many attempts to convince him that I REALLY wanted to stay in, I gave in and went just to shut him up. I arrived at the spot I decided to hunt, donned my gear and was on my way. After getting set up, I waited. Nothing happened, and after about an hour of this so-called fun, I decided to just go sit in the car for a while. He'd never know the difference right? Well, as I was getting up off the mud, I looked up and glimpsed a deer clearing a log coming straight at me at about 10 yards. I don't know which was more surprised, him seeing a hunter in the woods on this day, or me actually being face to face with my first whitetail! I knew I had to react quickly or he'd be gone. So, I shouldered my 30-06 and let one fly. The deer hit the ground before I could bolt another round. It was then that I had my very first deer a small 4 point. I made my way to him, and let out a "rebel yell" that could be heard all over the woods. On the way to him, I had to cross a creek, a deep creek might I add and after looking for an easier way to cross it and finding none, I just jumped right on in. After all I was already soaked anways. Once I got home, I walked in the house, and told mom and dad I had one in the truck. Dad came over, high fived me and we went on to field dress it. Something I failed to do in amongst all the excitement. So Dad THANK YOU for being stubborn that day, I owe you one.