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Three Shots “Pssst, how far out is he?” I whispered. “I’m not sure... But you're good to shoot when you're ready!” My brother responded anxiously. The whole time this buck was coming in, every inch, every foot I started to shake more. That is called Buck Fever. My brother and I sat, and walked miles for a decent deer like this one. Finally he crept over to us little by little. “Shoot Chris shoot!” Aj whispered loudly to me.
A big pause of silence peared over me after he had cried that out to me. BOOM! “Did I get him?’’ I announced. “No Shoot again!” My brother said furiously.
Boom! I was feeling anger with myself knowing the day before I was shooting a straight dead on.
“How about now?’’ I announced loudly.
“Again!” my brother Screamed!
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The last shot I took seemed more real than any shot I have ever taken. I felt as if I were in the middle of a war scene. It felt like forever until the gun bullet made it over to the deer. The deer had been shot and I fell back on my back thinking I missed as it ran, but finally it dropped a hundred yards later. I was so happy, also releafed. I jumped up and started cheering with my brother, not knowing that I was gonna screw other hunters up.
“You got him! Nice shot man! You did amazing on it,” my brother congratulated me.
“Thank you so so much, there is no way I could have done this alone!” I responded.
“We have a problem...” I asked
After an hour and forty five minute drive I was home. I still had over two hours of prime hunting left. I saw several deer that afternoon but they were all too far away for a shot. Just before dark I had a doe come in to about 125 yards away. Knowing that there was little chance that I could hit the deer I took a shot. Sure enough It was a clean miss. Disappointed I hopped back in my car and headed back to East Lansing. The next day I got up at five in the morning and headed to Muskegon. The next Tuesday my roommate and I decided to try are luck again. My roommate and I went to high school together and we had always been hunting partners. I had a class at one o'clock that day so we could only hunt till eleven that morning. We were in the field a half hour before light. I was optimistic that I could get a descent shot off that morning.
I was sitting in the old rickety chair that looked as if it had been there for five years. The smell of gunpowder hung in the morning air as I leaned over the rifle rest. My finger wrapped around the trigger as my eye focused through the scope of my grandfather’s Springfield ’03. I took a deep breath and let half out. My finger tightened on the trigger as I awaited the recoil and crack of the gunpowder igniting. Finally, when my finger’s pull was enough to move the trigger, the gun went off. Moments like this are why I love shooting guns.
When we finally got home, the first thing I did was go to the back yard. At first, I was just shooting it into the sky, but eventually I brought out a chair put a pillow on it. I shot at it a few times and missed every time. I decided to read a part in my favorite book series, The Ranger’s Apprentice, about when a main character was learning how to shoot a bow. After I finished, I decided to try again.
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
Buck being captured is just the start to kick in that transition into the wild. During this Buck is “jerked
I kept practicing I knew all I had to do was get an elk within 40 yards and it was mine, no problem. As summer progressed I knew I was getting to be a pretty good shot. I was able to hit something about the size of a tennis ball at 40 yards every shot.
The air hung around them, tensed and quiet. The fragility of her emotion was threatening to shatter. It is as if that time stood still for her. She fingered the brim of her notebook, nervously and took notice of the cup of coffee on her side. Controlling the sudden urged to drown the caffeine all at once; she carefully picked the cup and warily sipped its content. It had long been cold, and her tongue appreciated that fact.
There is on time that I will never forget. It was early in the morning, I was running behind about 15 minutes, so by the time I got out in the woods it was legal shooting hours. Theirs a spot on the side of the road where corn is stored by Game Fish and Parks. I had seen deer their before so I drove be before hiking in to my stand. Standing 40 yards is probably the biggest buck I have ever seen on public hunting grounds. I jumped out of my truck and pulled up on him. Now my bow has three sights on it. They are set at ten yards, 20 yards, and 30 yards. The deer being at 40 yards I was a little unsure if I could hit him. I had shot at 40 yards before so I roughly knew I had to use my 30 yard sight and aim around 2.5 to 3 feet above the buck. By the time I had all this calculated the buck didn’t want to stick around any longer so he ran off. It had just snowed the night before so it was easy for me to follow him. I followed him for about a mile the he jumped the fence onto private land ending the hunt. I still have yet to see him again. Most hunters that I know that both bow and rifle hunt feel the same
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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. I let the doe pass through my ...
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