Deer hunting...

So me and my brother and my dad went deer hunting at one of my dad's clients places, and we ended up shooting three deer- my dad shot a red doe, or a New Zealand Elk, and a White Tail doe. I ended up shooting an 8 point buck- my first deer ever! We ended up having to go buy another freezer to fit the 300+ pounds of meat we got. I don't know if we will ever eat all that... It's all ground up, so it's like "Taco Time"! I think I'll get sick of taco's for life if that's the only thing we use the meat on... Anyways, when we went out, it was like 20 degrees, which is really cold down here (we were up in the 80's a few days ago- gotta love Winter in TX), and we were all bundled up in camo. We got up at 5, went out, and at sunrise, I shot my Buck. I started shaking AFTER I shot it, while my dad and brother would shake before... I guess that's just because my brother was going to shoot it, but he couldn't find it in his scope, so I just took my gun, turned it, and after about a second, I shot it and blew half it's heart out- we found the half on the ground. WOO-HOO!