Essay on Moral Dilemma

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 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

We started out our day sitting in a blind in our woods and about 10:00 my dad started pushing the woods toward us and a half rack and two doe came walking at us but I forgot to put bullets in my gun so we did not get to shoot at any of them. Then we went around to a few more woods but could not get a safe shot at any of the deer that came out. After that we walked a ditch and at the end of the ditch this huge nine point buck pops up so I take a shot and hit it in the hip but he did not go down. So we followed him to the next ditch where we put another slug in him.Then he ran to a river bottom where I thought I put the last bullet in him. Then we were all standing around him when he jumps up again and growls at us and takes off again, at this point I already have my gun unloaded and in the truck so I run for the truck while my dad and a few other guys try to go find the deer back.Finally I get my gun loaded again and the deer is standing in the middle of the river and I have a straight shot on him so I yell “CLEAR!!!” And take the last shot and killed

Its opening day of deer season. I wake up at 4:30 am and take a shower trying to get my body to wake up for that big non-typical buck I want to take. I walk out the front door when its pitch-black outside and your all alone trying to get your scented clothes on that you basically sprayed the whole bottle of scent spray on. You get a quick bite to eat and you head to your stand that you hung over the summer after placing a mineral block out in front of trying to take that big buck. You climb up the tree and you begin to start shaking and you don’t know why. The wind is blowing now even more then it was at your house. You get settled in your deer stand and you wait an hour but it seems like a billion years. Your setting there facing the way you

When the time came for the last weekend of hunting it didn’t start out the best I had to drive the deer out of the woods so that caused me to drag my tired body and heavy clothes what seemed like a mile. Little did I know how much better it would get. The next spot we went to I had to stand which I was used to doing you just sit there and wait. The first deer I saw was a buck and it was right in front of me, but when I reached down to turn off my safety it dashed off I fired one quick shot off before it was gone. I waited, hearing a lot of gunshots I was already liking this spot. Soon I saw a doe run behind dead bushes I knew it was there I knew I had to try it so I raised my gun up turned off my safety guessed where the best spot to hit was and shot. After I shot, the doe didn’t move so I pumped the gun and shot again, this time it jumped right out of the bushes with blood squirting out I knew I hit it. It ran over to a log and stood behind it. I couldn’t finish it off from where I was at especially since there was water in front of me. So my brother walked down I told him where it was, but, he couldn’t see it.

I had made the perfect shot. Dead center through the heart, no pain, just like dad had taught me. With all of the excitement I hadn’t even noticed another deer standing just 20 yards from me. In the tall grass, he didn’t seem to notice me at all. I was too shaky from adrenaline and excitement to pull off another shot. I let him walk off and went back to my deer. I could feel the heat coming from it as I reached down to wipe some of its blood on my face. A ritual my family has always done that I was excited to be a part of. I called my dad in a jittery voice and he instantly knew I had got my first deer. He showed up and we got it loaded up and taken back to camp. We cleaned and quartered it and put the meat in a cooler. I was so proud to be able to say I provided all of that food. That night my dad cooked the back strap for us to eat as a celebration. It is the best part of a deer.

You can only hunt for thirty minutes past sunset, so my time now is coming to a end. Then all of sudden there stands a monster buck in the distance. He’s amongst a few doe. My adrenaline is rushing and I can’t hardly contain myself! He’s still too far away to shoot though and time is running out. There’s now about 5 minutes left to pull the trigger and get this monster. He’s slowly working his way right in front of the blind. With 2 minutes to spare I have the gun all already, my eye to the scope but not on it, and my finger lightly on the trigger. It’s time to pull the trigger and get this “BBD” big buck down, when all of sudden something spooks him, he takes off running just as fast as a deer can run and I never got to pull that darn trigger. You can imagine how disappointing this was for me, until I awoke and realized it was just a dream. I was so relieved and happy this didn’t actually happen. It wasn’t but a couple days later it did happen but they never were close enough to pull the trigger. The buck I had seen was large, but he wasn’t a monster like in my

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Deer season began on a Thursday. It wasn’t my first hunting season, but this particular year I was hoping to shoot my first deer. My dad, brother, and I drove up to our cabin in Ishpeming, Michigan. The car ride was eight hours long, but it went by very quickly because I fell asleep. Once we finally arrived, my cousin Casey and his son Collin were already out at the cabin. After we unloaded all of our stuff we sat around inside. Casey told us that the deer population was very low and that there weren’t very many bucks (male deer) around. He told us that it was caused by the frigid winter the previous year. After hearing this, I became doubtful about shooting a deer this season. It was getting late, so we all went to bed. So we could head out to hunt at dawn the next morning.

Deer season begins on thursday and I really hope I will be able to shoot my first deer. My dad, my brother, and I are leaving after school wednesday and heading up to our deer camp in Ishpeming, Michigan. The car ride was long but it went by very fast mainly because I slept most of it. Once we finally arrived are cousins Case and his son Collin were already out at the camp. Case tells us that the deer population was very low and that their arn’t very many bucks around. He says that it was caused by the frigid winter the year before. It was pretty late and we wanted to get up before dawn to go out and hunt so we just went to sleep excited for the following morning.

“Good luck buddy,” my dad texted me as I left the house. The Danger Ranger fired right up and it raced down the road the way Dale Earnhardt would in the Daytona 500. During the drive all could think was, Today is the day! There is no way I am not going to see a deer! After many years of disappointing hunts, I had to stay optimistic. This new property I have access to, has countless amounts of deer that even a city slicker would be able to witness some type of deer.