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Deer Hunting

December 18, 2015
By EjBuck BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
EjBuck BRONZE, Grand Rapids, Michigan
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It was five days before the final day of deer hunting. It was one of the coldest days all year. It was snowing for the first time all year. It was so cold that every breath I took you could see the steam five feet in front of me. I had been hunting for the last month and had seen nothing the whole time.  I had been sitting in the blind with my grandpa all morning watching the snowfall and had seen nothing other than squirrels and rabbits. 


As it began to get later in the day it started to get warmer but the snow kept coming, but there were still no movement. I started the think to myself “I'm never going to see a thing out here!” Then out of right side of the window I saw something. At first I thought it was a squirrel, but then I realized that it was a deer.


Grandpa leaned over to me and said, “there’s a doe at the left of the front window.”
She slowly started walking into the field. There was a pile of corn and beets in the middle of the field she was going to. While we were watching her we didn't even notice another doe come out of the woods. We noticed it when she caught up with the other doe. I was so nervous I couldn't sit still anymore.


Grandpa turned and whispered, “get the gun up and get ready.”


I didn't say a thing. I grabbed my remington 7mm moving as slow as possible. I lifted it up and set it on the window sill. I watched them move across the field through the scope.  It felt like time had frozen as I watched them. They went to another corn pile on the left of the field. When they stopped moving they were facing me and I didn't have a good shot. It seemed like they knew that I was watching them through a scope of a rifle. They sat there eating corn and looking at me for almost five minutes. While I was watching them eat corn my hands stopped shaking from the adrenalin and I began to relax. As I got relaxed one turned.


“You got a good shot on the bigger one!” grandpa said. I looked up through the scope and found the deer. I zoomed in the scope as high as it would go. I clicked off the safety. The deer herd the safety as it clicked back and put its head high as it could go to try and hear where it came from. She looked like she was frozen in with her head up not moving a muscle.


“Take the shot” grandpa whispered.


I waited no time. As soon as grandpa was done talking I squeezed the trigger. BANG!!! The gun lit up throwing a huge ball of lead 100 yards across the field and through the deer's heart.


Grandpa turned and looked at me and said “Nice shot!”


He was more excited for me than I was. I pulled the bolt back and put another shell in the chamber still smiling because all the waiting had payed off.


We were as still as a statue as we watched the other doe. It did not run, all it did was purk its head up, and then continued to eat from the corn pile.  She turned and started to walk away. Not even noticing that the deer next to her had just dropped in her tracks. I put the gun down in the corner of the blind and stood up; knowing that she would not come back.


I looked at grandpa and said “let's go get her.”


He smiled and said “let's go.”


I moved my chair of the door and opened the hatch in the floor. I slowly climbed down. We walked across the field and found the deer laying still on the ground. I laid the gun across the deer and held up it head while grandpa took some pictures. It was starting to get dark so I walked to the cabin and got a quad and a sled. I drove it into the field  where grandpa and I field dressed the deer. Then I drove it back to the buck pole next to the cabin. The buck pole is where we hang deer while we skin and quarter them. I Grabbed the ropes and tied a slipknot around the deer's head. I tied the other end to the back of the quad and pulled the deer high enough up that no animals could get to it. It was cold enough that we left the deer to hang overnight.


This event in my life changed me because it made me love hunting. I still hunting 4 years later and I don't think I will ever stop. This Is how my first hunting experience changed me.



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