After I weighed in I said the hell with it and hopped in my car and headed for home. 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.
I waited for around thirty minutes and climbed down from my stand. I walked to the spot where the deer had been standing and recovered my arrow. I paced the distance from the arrow back to the tree where my stand was placed. The distance was twenty yards, only a five-yard difference off my estimate, but a drop of a foot in the trajectory of my arrow. This was a small but costly error on my part, even though I considered myself to be a good judge of distance.
I work on and accomplish the gruesome task at hand. After about twenty minutes of hard work the ground all around me runs red and I know this part of my job has reached a conclusion. Time has come to carry the colossal eighteen point granddaddy of a buck to my old beat up blue F250 truck. This task is nearly impossible and takes a great deal of effort even though the trip is only fifty yards. Once I get the deer home I again feel a great sense of pride.
Now before you can enjoy your dinner you have to know how to get the meat to the plate. After the shot, there is the tracking of your animal. You track the animal by following the blood trail. And on certain occasions tracking Is not required. 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.
The most popular form of deer control is hunting. Hunting is a helpful management tool for keeping deer from becoming overpopulated. When European settlers arrived, the deer were hunted for meat and hide without thinking of management. After 100 years, deer were threatened with extinction in N.C. Today deer populations are 1.25 million in NC. Hunting can help regulate this population if done correctly.
Then again, it needed to start raining again making it difficult to find blood in behalf of the rain washing the blood away! Nevertheless, I saw blood right away and began to follow the trail…. Soon after searching for the deer, “I found him, he’s right here!” my dad claimed happily. My buck ended up right on the four-wheeler trail and didn’t even run 40 yards away. I started to walk over to the deer and evaluated that he was a nice seven-pointer.
I got over to their house on the weekends and this past year during fall and winter my dad decided that it was the right time to pass the tradition on down to me. I was very excited and nervous at the same time, and I had many questions because since they broke up I spent more time with my mom and didn’t learn how to hunt, and shoot that much. Thankfully I was a natural born hunter through my dad and I was already could shoot a gun very accurately. As the time to go hunting grew closer, we went target shooting so I could get used to the gun that my dad used to kill his first deer. It felt going hunting would improve the relationship between my father and I. I wanted to kill a deer more than anything else, then finally the night before we gathered our gear and went to bed early to be ready in the morning.
However, a .22 magnum is most likely only going to make a 125 yard shot at the most. 22 LR’s are used for ducks and waterfowl Elk hunting is a lot different; you need a lot of power. Most likely, you’ll use a bolt action rifle. Any place for hunting is wonderful, but there are some sp...
Right away we found lots of blood. My brother picked up a leaf and said to me, “The blood is bright red and bubbly, which means you hit it in the lungs”. That made me think that the deer could not be far because it was running on its last breath, and sure enough it had only gone fifty yard. At that point we had to drag it back to the house. It was a long and slow process back to the
As I raise my shotgun and pull the trigger, my heart races and my hands shake. As I race after my prize, the sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet are muffled by the ringing in my ears. I’m walking face to the ground like a hound on a trail and then my eyes caught it, my very first whitetail. I will never forget my first deer and the joy I felt sharing it with my family. Hunting is a passed down tradition for my family and friends.