My Hunting Experience

1466 Words Oct 16th, 2012 6 Pages
My First Hunting Trip
On November 15th of 2003, my life changed forever at 5:15 in the afternoon. It was a cool crisp evening and the wonderful smell of nature was around me. I was sitting about 20 feet off the ground and being 9 years old that was a really long ways to me. All of a sudden a rustle of the leaves, a sound I thought I would never hear, finally happened. This was my very first experience in a deer stand.
It all started when my dad would show up at home with his trophies that he had killed. I always wanted to be like my daddy, I wanted to be a hunter, fisher, and a firefighter. One Saturday afternoon my dreams finally came true. My dad had gotten up very early to go hunting, when you hunt in the mornings you have to get up
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He also taught me that you never load the gun until you are in the deer stand. Now for the boring part, sitting and waiting. I used to hate this part, but now it is my favorite. There is no better feeling than getting away from the world and sitting in a deer stand enjoying God’s beautiful creation. We sat there for an hour or more and then the sound we had been waiting for. That sound is a sound that all hunters know, first of all you get a mini adrenaline rush and your blood is just a pumping. As we watched this buck chase this doe, which is really how dad explained it. He then proceeded to tell me some very important steps. How to hold the gun and line it up, and get it in the sights perfect right above the shoulder between its leg and the top of its back, and that’s exactly how I lined it up. He then proceeded to tell me I had to pull this little knob back to cock it and then when I was ready I could pull the trigger. Next thing I knew my ears hurt really bad and my shoulder hurt really bad. My dad was so excited he was crying. As I stood back up from being knocked down, I saw this deer flinching on the ground. My dad wouldn’t let me get down because he wasn’t completely dead yet, and he also told me that we would have to shoot him again so he would die. I didn’t want to so I made dad, that just hurt way to bad. I couldn’t believe this was happening I had just shot my first deer. I was so excited to get down I forgot how far up I
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