First Successful Hunt

It was the second morning of youth season when I shot my first deer. That morning my dad and I got up before the sun and got ready. We ate breakfast, put on some warm clothes and headed out. We went to our cousins farm where the deer were a problem and ate their crops. When we got there we put on our orange vests and sprayed ourselves with scent killer.

We started up the hill slowly and quietly. Once we got to the top we sat down next to a big tree. After sitting there for a little while my dad got out the grunt tube and the antlers out of his backpack. He blew in the grunt tube a couple times then rattled the antlers. Nothing showed up.

After sitting there a couple more hours we finally decided to leave. We packed our stuff up and headed down the hill towards the truck. We were disappointed because we knew we weren’t going to be back that afternoon. If I wanted to kill a deer I would have to wait until rifle season a few weeks away.

We walked a little ways down the hill and stopped by a tree. As we looked around my dad saw two bucks at the bottom of the hill behind some brush. I wanted to shoot one so my dad had me move up to the next tree and get ready. I waited for what felt like an hour for one of the bucks to give me a shot. Neither one of them did, and they walked off. My dad pulled out the grunt tube and blew it a couple times. Then one of the bucks turned around and headed straight towards us. It came over a little ridge and gave me a shot so I took it. The deer ran 30 yards down the hill and died.

Words cannot describe how happy I was. I feel that everyone should get the chance to experience this feeling. Hunting is not just about killing animals. Besides killing animals they are also good to eat. It teaches you to respect your surroundings. If you respect nature it will respect you.