We took a trip to Ft.Knox on the 16th/17th. Their papaw, these two boys and myself. My older son Case killed his Saturday evening. We hadn't seen a deer all day between the four of us and was looking one last time before we got up to head out a little after 5pm. Seen a deer walking up a drain and put the binoculars on him. I could see he was a shooter for us and tried to help him find the deer below us, we were setting on a hillside. He finally spotted him and took a shot and missed. The deer put his head back down and continued to feed on acorns while he got adjusted for his killing shot. He got him the second shot and we found him about 60 yds from where he was standing. On Sunday morning I was with my little feller. He loves to take some loooong naps when we hunt early in the mornings. As usual, he was asleep and I heard a deer coming through the thicket. I woke him and told him to get that gun ready. A few seconds later a big doe appeared about 10 yards in front of us. I was watching her and he said dad, big buck coming, I looked up and saw him with nose to the ground. I could also see that Connor had his scope on him. I saw an opening and stopped the buck and he shot him at about 7 or 8 yds. He didn't go down, he stood there ( we found out later he was hit above his vitals and below the spine, kinda in that no man's area). We put another shot through some brush at him and he ran about 20 yards and fell. We celebrated a little and he went to get his buck. We he was about 10 feet from him, the deer jumped up, he was broken down in the hind quarters. To see the look on my kids face when he ran toward me saying, daddy's its alive, lol. He bolted another round and finished him off. Daddy and papaw didn't get a deer but daddy was with each son when they killed and it felt better than anything for my boys to get them a deer. Hunt control aged the deer on the left at 3.5 and the other one at 2.5. Their dressed weights were 116 and 111.