My first hunting scope testimonial.

It was my first hunt. I had barely passed the local hunter’s safety course at the legal age of 16. The kid next to me kept hitting my target so the instructor couldn’t tell my shots from his, but he finally passed me by one shot.
My dad had taken me to the sports center where I picked out my first Tasco hunting scope. It fit nicely on my new 270 rifle I had received for my coming of age birthday.
I felt so grown-up, so excited preparing for my first hunt and actually carrying a gun. I could now hunt with the big guys, my Dad and Dirk.
My dad drove me out where we could safely bore sight the scope and taught me the mysteries of scope and gun. I felt so confident, so good inside, like I was being trusted.
We finally were in the Oak Creek foothills. We separated in order to canvas the hills. Dirk covered the reverse slope of the hills, Dad covered the forward slope and I worked the foothills. Alone in the mountains there is a wonderful feeling of excitement, especially when you hear a twig snap. Carefully I raised my rifle and took aim though my scope. There she was - a nice little doe. Oh well, I decided to wait and see what follows her. There it came and it had antlers. I raised my scope. I could see hair and fur and shot! He turned and ran as I adjusted the variable power of my scope. I quickly scoped him and, just as he hit the top, I shot. I was certain I had missed him, but adrenal shot me up the hill to the top. There the two point lay - a clean kill in the back of the neck. Boy, did I ever love that Tasco scope. by daron smith