Descriptive Essay On My First Deer

First, At about eleven o'clock I was riding around on my deer lease just listening to music and looking for deer. Also I was checking my game cameras. Next, I checked my deer camera and I thought I would make a circle and see if I could see any deer. So we are about halfway through making a circle and we start seeing some deer. Also, we saw a really big ten point, but it's about eleven thirty now and it's getting frigid .

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As we were leaving at dusk to head back to camp after not seeing anything just up the valley from us we heard two shots and later found out that in the area we first started in that morning another person got a moose. The next day we went out at about the same time as the day before and went to a new spot. When we arrived there we walked for about an hour and then stopped because we thought we could hear something down the hill from us moving in the brush. Sure enough it was a moose but it was very hard to see and i couldn’t get a shot at it. We only got a glimpse of it for a few seconds and then it was gone. It is crazy how such a big animal can just disappear like it did without any sign. After that we kept going and the only other sign we saw that day was a shed from the year before that had been partially eaten by mice. We went home after that and the next couple of days were very much the same. Then it came to our final day of the hunt. We woke up very early that morning determined and excited to go to a spot we had to been to yet. We got to the new spot and hiked for about an hour before we came to a fresh trail where a moose had not passed through more than a few minutes before us. We most likely scared the animal as we were approaching the trail. We

Setting.We were heading home after 2 days of living in our cabin the size of a garage that include indoor plumbing electricity and a really small kitchen.We were living the high life!

I slowly pulled back my bow,on the biggest buck i had ever saw in my life.I had a twent

It’s a brisk November morning like any other day, but today isn’t any other day, today is the first day of firearm deer season. Shots are going off everywhere like world war three declared on deer. I’m wrapped in every hunting garment I own but winters cold embrace always finds its way in. My cheeks are rosy red and my breath was thick in the air. As I raise my shotgun and pull the trigger, my heart races and my hands shake. As I race after my prize, the sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet are muffled by the ringing in my ears. I’m walking face to the ground like a hound on a trail and then my eyes caught it, my very first whitetail. I will never forget my first deer and the joy I felt sharing it with my family. Hunting

The most exhilarating thing that I have ever experienced was last winter when I shot my first deer. To some, this may seem like a simple task. Deer hunting takes a lot of time and patience. Although, it can get boring and aggravating, it can be a great experience if one takes these three steps. The first thing I did to shoot my first deer was find a good location to hunt at. Luckily, my boyfriend has land in Cheraw, South Carolina that I had access to. One must prepare for a good spot to hunt during the preseason. A person can hunt all they want, but if they are not in a good hunting spot, they will never shoot a big buck. One thing to keep in mind is that not every spot will have deer in it every hunt. One must be consistent and wait for the

Me and my dad are sitting in a treestand. We have seen a couple does. A couple small bucks but no shooters. It is still the morning so we still have time. It is about midday and we are getting out of our stand to go get lunch. So we got lunch and are headed back. We are back to the stand now. We have been sitting there for a couple of hours. It is about dark now and we hear something far away. So we look and it is a monster buck but it is way too far to shoot with my bow. So I try to grunt it in but it won't come. It is the next day now and we are in our blind today because it is a little windy. We are sitting there and I hear something. So I look over and it is a small buck. So we are watching it and we see something from far away. I get the binoculars and it is a monster. So I try to rattle this time but it still don’t come. So the last day we go back to the treestand. We have seen a lot of does. Then I hear something so I look around and I see a doe and it is just standing there. So I see movement behind it and it is the monster buck. So I get the grunt out and I grunt. Then, all the sudden he comes running. So I get

Late fall early winter about 3:00 in the afternoon. Me and my dad get in our stand and wait. After about 15 minutes of waiting one comes up the hill. A 7 point buck around 100 yards out. I get the gun up and put it in my sights. I take a deep breath and pull the trigger. Everything goes silent except for the echo of the gun shoot. I look out and see it had dropped in its tracks. My first deer was laying there on the ground.

Sunday is starting to get going and I’m more anxious than ever to finally get my deer I have been searching for since 2011. This morning is more relaxed with a “cabin breakfast” of squirrel, dove, potatoes, eggs, and whatever else is available to eat. 9 am is sneaking up very quickly and our woodland church service is starting with 20 hunters in attendance. This tradition has been going on for over 20 years. Sitting and driving over 800 acres of forest and field land, on the prowl for that prize. Morning started out cold as every November day would, the deer were lying low in their beds and not moving much. The Chicago drive is always what we push in the morning, because it always produces some fresh meat.

The next morning we went out anyways, even though my dad didn't want to go. and it had just turned light and there was a doe 75 yards away from the stand so I asked my dad if he would let me shoot it and he said yeah, and I embedded the crosshairs on the deer's shoulder and pulled the trigger of the big,bulky gun. I heard a “boom” and then all of the sudden the deer jumped straight up in the air and collapsed. 30 minutes later we went down and got her and she was a heavy doe and we dragged her back to the truck and got her processed.Climbing,sitting,swinging, and sweating are all parts of hunting. You swing in the treestand, you sit as still as you can, you climb up the tree to your stand and all the hills around it, and you sweat getting to the stand sometimes. Some people in today's world think that hunting has ceased to be what it was years ago because now it's too easy.Another story I remember is this one the year I was old enough to sit alone in the stand and my dad told me don't shoot anything unless it's a buck and I said ok and he walked off into the darkness. The first day we had off to hunt I couldn't hunt. I really wanted to go

I Watched that deer eat for a few minutes, hoping that another deer would show. Then, as I was ready to give up, a movement deep in the woods caught my eye. I watched a deer walk out, and he mad the other buck look like a ant. I knew it was a buck, and I knew he was big. I was wondering how I could be sure he was a nice 8, when all of the sudden he turned his head and 2 snow-white popples silhouetted his antlers. I counted 8 points on his head, and began the process of making a shot. I grabbed my muzzleloader out of the corner. As I put the barrel out the window, I looked over my

After we stopped and shut the truck off, we ever so slowly and quietly exited the truck, went around to the tailgate, grabbed the guns, the little camo backpack of gear, sprayed down, and we were on our way. Even walking out, I was filled with emotions and my mind raced. Excited, nervous, alert, noticing and picking out every little thing that moved or made a noise. The frost crunching under my boots, watching my breath crystalize right before my eyes, the tops of trees swaying back and forth in the gentle wind, as if waving to us. We get to the stand, an old, wooden box on stilts, and climb up. When we get situated, I pulled out my phone to check the time. Six forty-five. I mentally took note of this and knowing legal shooting hours started at seven twenty, I calculated how long before this day could become an amazing one. Thirty-five minutes. I sit there anxiously counting down the time. After a while, Dad taps the side of my leg three times, and instantly I know what he means before he points out in the darkness. I can hardly make out the outline of a deer slowly walking broadside from left to right at about eighty yards in an open area straight in front of us. This is the kind of darkness where you can see the outline of your hand in front of your face, but not the rest of it. I could see the deer out there only because of its relatively large size. I reached down and turned on my phone that sits on the ground next to my

My dad wakes all of us up a little before 6:00 and we eat some breakfast before we head out to our blinds. Once I get out to my blind I walk down to my bait pile to throw some apples on it. I notice a couple of deer tracks which excites me because there had been some deer in the area. Once I’m done spreading my apples I scamper back up the trail to my blind and wait. About twenty minutes later it starts to get light out and the quiet forest starts to come alive. That morning I saw all kinds of animals from woodpeckers to chipmunks. But no sign of any deer other than the couple of tracks from the night before. Around noon I call my dad on my walkie talkie to come pick me up for lunch.

I made a clean shot at the deer, and it didn’t run very far. I was pumped, because it was my first time hunting alone and I killed a nice 8 point. I climbed out of my tree stand pretty quick and walked out through the field to where I shot the deer. Shortly after I got to my deer, my pap came over the hill on the four-wheeler. He was just as excited as I was. It felt good to kill a nice deer the first time I went hunting by myself. I took care of the deer in the field and got it all ready to hang in the building. After I hung it in the building for the night, I skinned it the next morning and had it all packaged up in the freezer by the end of the day. It is a long process after killing a deer. Pulling the trigger is the easiest part of the whole hunt, but since I shot the deer I had to do the dirty work and take care of