Bang! To most people, this sums up hunting. Hunting has been a means of survival for millenniums. While no longer necessary, I hunt because this hobby gives me an adrenaline rush and I get pride from helping to support my family. This pride comes from knowing how hard I have to work.
I trudged on despite the circumstances, complaining frequently, not about my cold feet, but about not being given a chance to take a shot at the deer, I called. Curtis says he did not hear me call the deer. It was dusk by the time we got to the deer. Hurriedly, we gutted the deer in the field to make it lighter to carry back to the truck. Coyotes started howling around this time, which put me on edge.
Once the animal is found and recovered, the bigger game you will need a atv of some type to haul your kill out of the woods. Dragging a deer that weighs upward to 200 pounds to your truck is a very hard task. Now once the deer or animal you are hunting is back home, you want to hang the deer up and field dress your kill. You want to start by making two cuts behind both back legs and Slowly start pulling the hide downward toward the head of the animal. This way you can reach the meat.
Hunting has always been a hobby of mine. First, this hunting season, I finally accomplished one of my endeavours for hunting: shooting my first buck. Hunting summons my family together throughout every year. Through all of the preparation, time, effort, and work we have done for hunting, it has always put a smile on our faces. We always try to do anything we can to increase our odds of success and to have the best time possible.
As I thought about what kind of gun I wanted, the biggest buck I had ever seen showed up about 100 yards away from where I sat. That was my ticket to twenty dollars. I raised up my gun, put the deer in my crosshairs, and sat there for a second to admire it’s beauty. That‘s not all I noticed though. The deer had red eyes, and below the red eyes, on the ground, set an AK-47 with a weird scope.
Bang! To most people, this sums up hunting. Hunt has been a means of survival for millenniums. While no longer necessary, I hunt because this hobby gives me an adrenaline rush and I get pride out of helping support my family. This pride comes from knowing how hard I have to work.
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.
It was a buck, as I had thought, but it was bigger than any deer I had ever seen. My heart began to beat very rapidly and I breathed deeply to try to calm myself. These deer would step into a clearing in a few feet, and I needed to try to be calm to make a good shot. I picked a spot where I thought that the buck would pass and estimated the distance. I guessed the range to be fifteen yards and waited.
When the dust clears and it’s just you and the deer on the ground you know you have hit your target. This is not the end a wounded deer is very dangerous, so you sneak up to it with gun ready. You kick the deer in the butt and test if it’s alive if it does not move you can now field dress it. Field dressing is the hardest part of the hunt, I will not get deep into it but I will tell you that it needs to be done as soon as possible. After the field dress there is a meat packing company in town that will process the meat into whatever cuts you want.
The narrator armed with this purpose, proceeds with his unfortunate task. He approaches the deer and observes that it is a recent killing. He drags her off to the side of the road, noting that she is "large in the belly." The narrator soon discovers that the deer is pregnant, and that her fawn is still alive. At this moment he hesitates, distraught over the decision he knows he must make.