My daughter has been hunting with me for years but has never wanted to shoot anything herself. Over the summer she told me she wanted to kill a deer. Game on. Shot plenty over the summer with the .22, then moved her to the deer rifle. Saturday morning, we had 4 large does feed in about 650. Legal to shoot but still dark plus foggy. Watched them eat for about 15 minutes. Put the barrel out the window had her look thru scope to make sure it wasn't fogged up, it was good. Next problem was they were all 4 bunched up at feeder. So we waited. 2 of them were getting skittish, stomping their hoof at something in the woods (not us). One finally separates from the other 3, daughter is trying to line up shot, and she fed behind a tree. About that time, out waddles a FAT A$$ RACCOON between us and them. He promptly hisses at the deer and they all 4 throw flags and bolt. They ran all the way to the road we come in on. He went about 15 feet up the tree. I gave serious consideration to murdering him, but common sense prevailed. Every now and then you'd see a hoof or ear or tail. Too far for her to shoot and way too many trees between us for that. About 20 minutes go by and they finally start feeding back towards us. I look up as they are making their way through the woods and see a spike and another doe has joined the original 4. Told daughter, all 6 are the same size, buck \ doe doesn't matter to me, first one that gives you a clear shot is the one. 3 of the does stayed clumped up as well as the other 2 a lil ways away. That spike probably wishes he would have had a body guard too. She squeezed one off, he kicked his hind legs up at the shot and adrenaline carried him about 15 yards, I watched him pile up at the base of a cypress tree. She says, "Did I hit him, daddy?" I said "oh yeah, you knocked out both his fronts" The corner of the blind hid the deer from her sight, so I watch him for a minute then we got out and started celebrating.