I was 10 years old, the first game animal I ever killed was a Gray, high up in a tree top, sitting in a crotch. My Dad let me take the shot. Took Dad 10 minutes explaining where it was, till I located Mr. Bushytail. Shot with a Ithaca Featherweight 16 ga. pump, Winchester#6, Hi-brass as we used to call them. Blood poured out my nose from my thumb hitting me in said beak, hunching up on the gun. Did not matter one bit, that was day I became hooked on hunting. That was 52 years ago and I remember the shot, the location, the type of day, everything about it. Every month should be October. Good Hunting, T.