11.25.10
Deer Hunting. It has occupied me for the majority of my life. The forest has intrigued me with its life. Deer hunting is more than my favorite hobby, it is a part of me.
My first successful deer hunt happened around November 25, 2010. I went hunting with my Dad with a 20 gauge Remington 870. My ammunition were rifled slugs, which use a chunk of metal instead of pellets. I was hunting out of a double tree stand with my dad in an opening in the woods. I wasn’t expecting to get anything but I still prayed my heart out. My Dad had told me where to aim on the deer in case a deer did cross our path.
It was getting darker and I started to lose hope. Suddenly, a young deer jumped from trees into the open. It didn’t have its spots so it was fair game. My Dad made a sling from some rope since the gun was to heavy for me to hold. I was getting ready when a much larger deer appeared. I put my gun through the rope sling and aimed. Before I was scared of the recoil but with all the adrenaline running through my body the thought of recoil didn’t bother me. When I fired, I saw the deer drop. The deer didn’t go go anywhere so tracking the deer was a cinch. A few seconds later, my Dad remembers me saying, “Ow that hurt… can I go see it!”
Since I was young, my dad dragged the deer. When we weighed the deer, its “dead” weight was one hundred sixty-one pounds. A couple of weeks later, the butcher was done with the deer. My eldest brother and I made jerky from the roasts and my Mom made hamburgers from the grinded meat. I was nine when this happened and I will forever remember that day.
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