My son is quit the little sportsman despite that fact that I hate hunting. I don't have a problem with it, I would just rather do anything than sit and wait. He killed a button buck last year, and was never really satisfied. We sat for two days waiting for what he called the perfect buck. I lost count of the bucks he passed up. He got excited when this one stepped out. After he shot it, I asked why it was special. He said did you see how old it was. I said no. When we got to it, I mouthed it. A gummer. I never seen a cow this bad. The turkey this spring was a no brainer evidently. He shot the first one that came close to the blind. Evidently my calling was scaring them away. When he asked me to stop they started coming in closer. He's 8. I guess I'll get him some how to videos for Christmas. I'm no help.