My Personal Experience Of Hunting

“Thud thud thud,” it was all I heard when I was peering through my scope. The pleasure hunting gives me always had been immeasurable, any type of hunting, but my personal favorite is rifle deer season. The very first time I went deer hunting I was 14 years old. Opening weekend, my dad, who is a die hard hunter, was going to take me out with him. We were planning to head up North and hunt on public land in Emily, Minnesota. To make it to Emily and get set up before the sun rose, at exactly 8:06 in the morning, the truck engine was starting at five in the morning and pulling out five minutes later. I was not thrilled about it at all. My dad was nice enough to stop at a gas station and get me a donut and hot chocolate, that made my mouth water when I

I was sitting in my stand getting annoyed by every sound because I wanted it to be a deer. Finally, my dad tapped me on the shoulder and I glanced to my left. I could feel my eyes double in size as they bulged out of my sockets. Sure enough, there was a young spike standing broadside ready for me to take him on. The adrenaline began to kick in, my heart was racing, and I could not stop shaking. I pulled my scope up and told myself I needed to control my shaking if I wanted to slay my first deer. All I was focusing on was the thud of my heart and the deer. “Bang”, I had squeezed the trigger. I jerked my head hoping I had hit the target. The most breathtaking sight was when my spike took one step and passed out onto the cold white ground now splattered with red. I had nailed him right in the heart. From that moment on I knew my life had changed forever and even if I would not get a deer in the future the adrenaline from my first buck would keep me going throughout the years. Overall, my hunting experiences have been wonderful. Hunting might not be fun when I am bored in the stand, freezing cold, or melting in the heat, but as soon as I view the prize it all becomes worth