Essay on Killing a Ten Point Buck

One early saturday morning my dad (Shawn), my cousin (trey), and I woke up at 2:30 a.m. to go duck hunting. When we get out there we are one of the first people there and 4:00 comes along and we sent out to our spot. When we come to a spot that boats can't go we have to walk for about 15 minutes. As we are putting out the last of are decoys we here so more people throwing out decoys and they are pretty close. Well, we start talking to them and they are pretty nice and they ask if they can hunt with us and we said yes. Then, daylight comes and a group of ducks come in and we shot but I was the only one that killed one that we could find and it´s a drake which is a male mallard. Then, my dad shoots and we could not find his ducks.

Things were just going great! I thought for sure that they were going to shoot my Moose. But my dad wasn't going to let that happen. We ran right by the truck and set-up in the nearest spot we could see the Moose. It was a pretty bad position and I was basically laying backward in the middle of a bush trying to get steady. The other hunters were kneeling down and looking through their scopes. My dad could not believe his eyes and all he said was "shoot, and make sure you get

This can take hours or even several attempts to see a deer, but for some reason it was my lucky day. We didn’t even have to wait for 20 minutes before we saw two bucks and a doe. My adrenaline has never shot up so fast in my entire life; it was like electricity flowing through me enhancing all my senses. I don’t remember blinking once because my eyes were open so wide taking in all this new excitement. I raised my gun slowly resting it on a shooting board that was in front of me, and looked down the scope to see the bucks a little closer. There was one off to my left about 150 yards away that was only a three pointer. As for the other one, it was a monster buck. I remember counting over 10 points on its rack and it was about 125 yards directly in front of me. I was shaking more than I ever had and I knew it was buck fever. The monster buck was walking across the far tree line headed to my right. It had stolen the doe from the little buck and was taking it to the thick woods out of sight. I was following it with my crosshairs as it walked so gingerly not having a clue on how it was being watched from afar. I had just started putting pressure on the trigger getting ready to take the shot when my scope went black. I looked up and I had let the buck get beyond my vision from the tree that was rooted in front of me. That’s when I knew it was too late and I was disappointed but only for a moment because I knew the small buck was still grazing in the field off to my

I had really wanted to go hunting, as I had never been. My dad started practicing shooting with me, going over how the safety worked and how to hold the gun. I practiced with his .243, which had a little bigger kick than the .22 I was used to. Opening morning of deer season, we headed out of the house about 6:00. We were in a blind, up off the ground, looking over a big field with trees behind us. About 7:30, my dad elbowed me in the side, pointing ahead of us. I looked, and saw the buck. The body was a little small, but it had a decent rack, especially for my first time. I looked through the scope, and squeezed the trigger. The deer took off running, and then stopped about 20 yards later. Dad told me to shoot it again, in case I missed the first. I was shaking like a little kid hyped up on sugar, but I shot again. This time, the deer went down, spinning around in circles. My dad got out of the blind, taking the gun with him so he could put it out of its misery. He shot, and missed. By the time he got to the deer, it was dead. Dad went and got the truck, and we field dressed it. We took the deer to the processor, and saw where I had shot the deer. As it turned out, I didn’t need to shoot him the second time, the first would have killed him anyways. It was two inches to the left of the heart, and at 210 yards, I’m pretty proud of that. It was definitely something I won’t forget any time

The deer hunt tests your patience and in my case- accuracy. One day my brother told me to come up to him on the property. When I arrived there I caught my breath and calmed down to be able to take my best shot. After that we then situated our selves for the shot. It was a long 150 yard shot. I held my aim and didn’t even breath to be able to take the perfect shot. Once I shot, the deer all of the sudden trotted away. I had missed! However, I took three more shots, right after the third shot the deer dropped dead instantly.

The amount of hours spent hunting and the actual time of day have a major effect on seeing trophy deer. The old saying that “you can’t see a deer when you’re not hunting” is exactly true. Successful hunters who continually harvest large whitetails all spend countless hours scouting, planning, and hunting throughout the season. The best hours for hunting are typically the hours closest to sunrise and sunset. Deer often travel during this period to and from food and bedding areas. During rut many successful hunters spend all day in the field.

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.

This is when the deer are in their breeding phase, and they are the most active. Also, this is the time where deer are the most dangerous to people because they tend to be more aggressive. Other times when accidents occur happen between the months of June and May, which is during the spring fawning. During this time, a lot of yearling deer are looking for a new home, and driver have to stay alert to when they are crossing the roads.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, it was cold and windy. I had hunted the day before and didn't see a thing, so I wanted to kill a deer badly. We pulled up to the spot and I met the guy who was taking me too the stand. He drive me to the stand.

I enjoy hunting and fishing with my free time. I remember shooting my first deer. I was excited and my head was running a million different ways. I raised my gun, pointed my gun at the deer lined the gun where I was going to shoot, took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. Then I looked up and seen the deer jump and run; I heard a crash and know I got my first deer. I would like to accomplish many things this year.

One day me and my cousins and my grandpa were going hunting. For pheasant and we did for a little bit until my grandma called and told us to come back to the house because my cousins had to leave and we weren’t done yet and they left. then my grandpa asked me if I Wanted to go hunting again and I said yes! so we went off and we walked for about two miles and had only saw one and he ran away before we got the shot

This should be done at least a month before the opening day of deer season. The hunter will need to find a suitable place to set up your blind, stand, or the area you will stand and wait for the deer in. A good location has good shooting lanes over routes known to be used by deer. Water sources and gullies are good for shotgun and muzzleloader season while the tops of the hills above these gullies are good for bow season. If there is brush in the way of the shooting lane it should be cleared that out with a machete. Any trees in the way of the lanes can be cut down and out of the way with a chainsaw if there is room for it to fall down. They are going to want to block all alternate paths from the deer. The problem with this is “that it is often impossible to cover every path through around your point of ambush” Restful, Scott. “Seven Best Days of the Rut.” Field&Stream,2016, p. 45. the solution to this problem is to cut trees down at an angle so that deer cannot go through those paths. If they are doing a group hunt the hunter first needs to assemble a group of hunters to do he hunt. Then they need to pick a field or wood to drive (a drive is the process of a group of hunters walking through the woods driving all the deer into the line waiting hunters at the end of the field in front of

Many people don’t like small towns, but the ones that do love it for the little things. One of these little things is deer season. It is what everyone in a small town waits for all year. It could be compared to be just as good or better than the beginning of branding season. Many city people don’t know how but wish they could go hunt a deer. The reasons to do it are for a hobby, saves money on meat, and just a straight cut bragging right.

I woke up around 6:30 in the morning and I realized I had not eaten in days and I was starving. So I went out and started looking for something to eat, but I couldn’t find anything, then out of the corner of my eye I saw a rabbit so I jumped for But unfortunately I missed and the rabbit hopped away. So I went back to the camp, and I sat there and I was thinking how was I going to catch any animals then it hit me.I started out in the woods looking of a curved stick and eventually after looking for one for about twenty minutes I found one I tried to break it but it was to hard so it was a good stick. So I started walking back to camp when I got there I took one of my shoelaces and tied it to the stick the shoelace was nice and sturdy so I knew this was going to be a good bow.

Deer hunting is always a great time especially when you get a deer. I was feeling lucky when my sister and I went out hunting on a saturday evening. The weather was typical fall weather. The air was crisp and clean, the sky was blue and the birds were chirping. I was getting a little hot in my hunting clothes though when we walked out to the stand which was a bad start to the hunt.