Personal Narrative: My First Deer Hunting

Have you ever heard the story of the hunter that went hunting with crooked arrows? All his arrows were crooked, and when he shot them they would curve away from the target and hit something else, like a tree or something.

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

The next Monday coach gave us practice off so I headed home again. That night I went over to my brother's house and borrowed his shotgun because it had a fully rifled barrel with a scope. This gun was much better than mine. While I was there we talked about where he had shot his deer and where he had saw other deer. I headed home that night with little hope that I would actually get a deer at all. It was really cold when I got up the next morning. I headed out to a spot near where my brother shot his deer. As I walked out the snow covered ground crunched under my feet. I got set up in my spot and settled down for the wait. I was sitting there for about forty five minutes when I heard a noise.

My eyes gravitated toward sudden movement in the right side of the binoculars. I instantly caught a glance of a huge rack of antlers creeping out of the pine trees. Instinctively, I threw down the binoculars, grabbed my gun, found the buck in my cross-hairs, took the safety off, and fired. The deer immediately dropped.

At 17, a muzzelloader elk hunt in Navada was one of the best things to have ever happened to me in my life. A tag for the Jarbidge WIlderness Area is one of the best spots for it too. It all started out on the 500 mile drive out to destination, followed by 2 solid days of scouting the ranges for elk. Archery season was just ending when we were starting so the elk had some pressure but not as much as in rifle season. There were plenty of bulls that were well worth of shooting so we felt like we had a good chance of getting one. On opening day, a Thursday, we got on 3 nice 5x5 and 6x6 bulls with my dad and my uncle spotting from a ridge away but we either had no shot or we spooked cows before we could shoot. That day I put of about 15 miles and 2,000 feet of climbing. That night we re-fueled and slept had for the long

All my life I have been goal driven, ever since I was a young boy I had the goal to shoot my first bear. I was an avid hunter and I loved to be in the wilderness and hunt what I could. Then finally one year when I back of age, I had my shot. I was hunting up in Swatara, MN and I was in the stand with my father. Directly below me was a 300lb black bear and it did not know we were there. All of a sudden I pulled up to shoot and I ended up missing... I was completely devastated since that was my chance to claim a black bear for myself. After that happened I started to doubt myself at first. I thought less of myself because I missed one shot. I then realized that the only way to get better is to practice. Indeed I did... The next year came by and I was by myself in my stand.

Next thing I knew, it was February 12th, the night before my big hunt. I was so ecstatic that night, I could not sleep. I stayed up through the night cleaning my gun and making sure I packed everything. I ended up sleeping on the five hour drive to the hunting grounds. The next couple of hours we spent setting up the tents and gathering wood to make a fire. We got to sleep early that night so we could get up early and scout the area.

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

So I was sitting in my tree stand with my uncle like there was nothing but me and the woods. The sensation of not hearing anything but nature itself is so amazing. I was sitting there and all of a sudden I heard something walking in the woods and i got excited hoping it was a deer. Then a few minutes passed and a group of turkeys came out to my feed pile and ate for a while before they left.

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.

One day my brother and I and a couple of his friends went rabbit hunting one day. It was

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 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.

After that we sat in silence for about 20 minutes until the cold began to nip at my feet and the tips of my fingers which made me very restless but I tried to do my best so I would not scare away the deer. When we hit the 60 minute mark I was bored out of my mind, I thought I would go crazy, but suddenly my Father grabbed my coat and pointed out Words the west side of the field that we were watching. I