Waking up at 4:30 a.m. is not every young man 's idea of spending a Saturday morning.
Saturdays were always different in my family. My grandfather and I would wake up early and enjoy a great homemade breakfast that my grandmother made. We would spend an hour getting ready, preparing our rifles, and masking ourselves with the scent of doe urine. This was our tradition, and we stuck to it, but one Saturday holds a special place in my heart.
My grandpa and I decided that this was my morning to kill my first deer. Every man in my family had shared his experiences about killing that traditional first deer throughout the years. I wanted to have my own story, and I knew this Saturday morning was my opportunity to gain that story. Apart
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If I got carried away digging through my bag and being to noisy, he would quietly grunt, and I knew I better stay quite. I am so glad he paid attention that morning. If it wasn 't for him, I would not have had the opportunity to kill my first deer, and it was memorable.
As I was leaned up against the tree, my grandpa tapped me on my shoulder and said "
You hear that?". As a matter of fact, I did! I heard that distinct sound of a deer walking toward us. My heart started racing, and I could feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier. It felt like I waited ten years for the deer to reach to the top of the ridge. Finally, it hopped right over looking for food. The deer was, to me, huge!
As the deer approached us, I reached for my 16 gauge shotgun that was loaded with a gut busting, muscle ripping piece of lead called a slug. This was gift to me when I was a child and just added to the importance of this first kill. I put the gun to my shoulder and pulled it close in to my shoulder just as Grandpa had showed me. Then I realized, I had no hearing protection. I said, " Pa! Cover my ears, I 'm afraid it will be loud!"
He said, "Damn it boy,
There are different regulations regarding hunting in different states, and in Minnesota, the times for hunting run from 12:00 noon until 4:00 p.m. on opening day and at sunrise for the remainder of the season. Although this doesn’t seem like a lot of time, the ten of us made some memories I will never forget. We arrived at our blind at 10:30 a.m. The sky was swarming with ducks before we even got things set up. Everywhere I looked I saw ducks swooping in and out of decoys. It wasn’t going to take long to bag our limit, and I knew we were going to get the season off to a great start. All we had to do was wait until noon!
...sed the cross hairs on its chest and took a shot. The deer jumped straight up in the air and then started running right at me. I racked another shell in the chamber. At less than ten yards I took another shot. This time the deer did two somersaults and landed about seven feet from me. Excited I got up to take a look, the deer was definitely dead. He laid there on the ground in front of me with the nerves in his massive body still twitching. He was a nice ten point, this really made me happy because he was bigger than my brothers. My first shot had hit him in that shoulder, because I was probably shaking when I shot and this threw my shot off. My second shot went threw the neck and into the chest. After sitting and enjoying the moment I gutted him and drug him up to the house. This last season turned out to be my best ever because I was persistent and never gave up.
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.
... shoved one of them into Mark’s chest and strode toward an open chest that spilled over with assorted weapons.
At the age of 12 my Dad told me I would finally be able to go hunting with him, if I wanted. Although a pistol can be used, a...
As I sit here, I have the desire to take a deer home with me. Somewhere in these vast woods a buck is stepping, with no warning that today is the day that I capture him. There is an ominous crow cackle, one that any protagonist would consider as a warning, I consider it an opportunity. My deer did not accept this warning; at least it was not shown.
I was too excited to sleep that night so I just stayed up and read. It was finally 4:30 in the morning and time to get up. After a quick bowl of cereal. I jumped in the pickup and drove to where I was going to hunt. It was still dark when I got there so I grabbed my stuff and started up the mountain. I got to where I wanted to glass from, and waited for it to get light, so I could start looking for elk.
...weapon...drawn to his shoulder," the scout preserves the honor of all by killing Magua with a blast from 'Kill-deer' (401).
In conclusion hunting is not for everyone, but those who do take pride in it. It takes a lot more than just to walk in the woods and pick a spot. Deer use thousands of runs throughout the woods. Spending weeks searching for the right spot in order to make a kill. It takes hours of sitting in a stand not saying a word or moving a muscle. You could spend days, months, or even years without getting a kill if you do not put in the time. When the time comes if you’ve done what I’ve said in the above paragraphs, you will be
My grandma came into the room and gave me a big hug because she thought that I wondered off of the property into one of the neighbor’s property and had got lost in the woods. I did not tell my grandma what I saw because I thought that if I told her then I would not be able to go outside again. She had asked me why I was laying in the snow with my eyes closed and I told her that I saw going to make a snow angel but got tired from walking around. She said that I had only been gone for maybe ten minutes and I smiled and said yes.
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.
then placed a pistol in my right hand and a bundle of 100 dollar notes
After family lunch we played games as a family and talked about the week that passed. When the sun set, that marked the end of Sabbath. We came together once more to pray and sing to mark the end of
Immediately, as my dad and I was walking to the deer stand, my thoughts were that this hunt already felt like any other night hunt I had ever been on. My dad and I together chose which stand we would hunt from the choices on the board. We arrived at the box stand, which was fifteen feet tall, then we climbed in and got comfortable. In the meantime, we were looking around to find any sign of a deer. Meanwhile, as we were sitting quietly in the stand, we suddenly heard something. We could tell that the noise was something running through the trees extremely fast! Suddenly, there she was, a doe, creeping out from the bushes. At that moment, I was only able to see her head. I was getting so nervous, and I didn 't know what to do; however, my dad told me to stay calm and breathe. As she was walking into the field, stopping along the way to eat, I prepared my gun in order to shoot. My dad told me to take the shot whenever I was ready, so within the next couple of seconds I pulled the trigger. BOOM! She’s down! I had shot her; however, I knew I hit her, but she ran
...his story, they always make fun of me for not firing. Most of them would have taken the shot, knowing full well that it might be a doe. They would not hesitate to break the law. However, what my family has taught me about getting what you want doesn’t mean you have to break the rules. Getting what you want and doing it right, is what is going to make you a better person because you are going to appreciate it much more. If I had taken the life of the wrong deer, I would have to live with the fact that I killed an innocent creature. I learned patience and how to control my emotions by forcing myself to make a proper judgment in a situation in which I could have lost my self-control. As I look back upon the incident now I can tell you that it was the single most important moment in my life as an outdoorsman. I grew as an individual, hunter and most importantly morally.