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.
Once I get the deer home I again feel a great sense of pride. This high should last me until I have to complete the gruesome task of butchering my animal in a few days once the meat sets. Deer hunting includes much more than the split second of firing a gun in the woods. Hunting requires hard work and enduring miserable conditions. I am willing to go through the struggles of hunting because of the adrenaline rush I get when I take a shot and the pride of supplying my family with food.
Curly pulls away knowing he had just taken a very fine deer. Later that night Curly returned with his friend Moe, his name for the time being, to retrieve the antlers from the deer he had shot earlier. They both exit the vehicle and walk over to the deer. Taking the saw, they slowly cut off the horns. About two months later the two boys were stopped by a wildlife official and were questioned about the shooting.
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 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.
It was 4:30 in the morning I had just gotten up. It was the second and the last day we had to hunt. The day before my brother (Brandon) had shot his deer and I had not gotten one yet. We were all at the table eating our breakfast That's when my dad looked at me. “You going to get one today?” I looked at him and said with confidence, “Yes.” By now it was 6 a.m and we were all getting our clothing on they were very frigid because we had left them outside overnight.
My dad told me to stay where he was parked at and he was going to turn the dogs out across the clear cut we was at. I stayed there for it seemed like an hour I was so anxious this is the first time I got to take a stand all by myself. Eventually my dad turned his new dogs out and could you believe that they jumped a deer and was running right to me? I could hear my dad
My father was a great wise hunter and he tried his best to teach me the proper techniques and safety before letting me go freely into the wilderness. At this point in time, I had not yet went on an official hunting trip, but was deeply informed by all the hunting stories and all the excitement that was involved. I was more than ready for the adventure I was going to have on the approaching weekend. As I mentioned, my father had always informed me about the adrenaline rushes that was involved while hunting wildlife and I could honestly say that I was already experiencing the rush and the hunt had not even began yet. It was the night before and I was very anxious about the squirrel hunt the next morning.
After about twenty minutes of hard work the ground all around me runs red I know this part of my job has reached a conclusion and 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 once again I feel a great sense of pride and this high should last me until I have to do the gruesome task of butchering my animal in a few days once the meat
The deer themselves are a whole part of hunting that hunters and I will never truly understand. I have learned in the 6 years that I have been hunting that you never know what is going to happen. Deer move when they want to move, and do what they want. You can get as many trail cam pics, and plant as many food plots as you want but you don 't know when that deer will come in. As my dad always says,” You never know what is going to happen, and your hunt can change in 2 seconds.” Every year around halloween these deer begin to breed.