First Whitetail deer

I purchased my northern Michigan hunting parcel in May 1995. My first hunting experience there was the fall bowhunt of 1995. I know there were several of us there although unfortunately I don't recall everyone. However, anyone who was there that year will more than likely remember the events of that hunt as my first Whitetail was taken.
    I chose to hunt an area that required me to drive from camp each morning and evening. My first deer happened on an evening hunt. I remember typical pleasant fall weather. I was sitting and waiting in my treestand as the daylight was winding down. I saw movement out in front of me and saw three deer headed my way. I stood up and prepared and they were quickly within range. All does. They seemed spooked but slowed down when they arrived within bow range. I drew back my arrow and aimed at the broadside deer. I let the arrow fly and connected. All hell broke loose and they all bolted. My truck was parked up a small hill on the other side of the pines just 200 yards away. The deer I shot ran up the hill toward my truck. I could see where she fell from my treestand.  As daylight began to fade, I climbed down and headed up to the deer. She made it a very short drag to the truck. I was so excited and anxious to show my friends I didn't even field dress the deer. I put the tailgate down and got inside the bed and lifted her in. She probably breathed he last breath 10 minutes prior. The short ride back to camp took 5 minutes.
   I arrived at camp with my deer. All of it. A medium sized or smaller female deer. I was lovin' it. Of course everyone there wondered why the hell I would bring a deer back to camp that wasn't field dressed. I had no good answer for that one. Except that I had never done it before. So as darkness fell, on the outskirts of camp I field dressed my first deer in front of all my friends. A few grainy snap shots were taken. A video may still exist that chronicles how to field dress a deer with lots of laughs.