Personal Narrative: My First Time Deer Hunting

Then I took him over to where the deer was standing, but there was no blood. I was starting to get angry at myself, for not making the best shot I could. My father and I started walking around the spot looking for blood, but there was still nothing. My father and I walked down the hill behind my tree stand to look, and all the sudden he stopped, and I didn’t know why. Then I saw it. It was the buck. I ran up to it, and it was a monster buck, it could be one of the biggest in Iowa in 2015. I was so excited mostly because I made a perfect shot, it just didn’t bleed like I thought it would’ve. We called up to the house, and my cousin brought down the gator, so it would be easier to get the deer

Another hour passed, and both my dad and I started to consider packing it in for another spot. Just then, my dad alerted me to five deer bounding across the road. I raised up my gun and got ready to shoot, but before I could take the shot, the deer got our scent and proceeded back into the bush. My dad looked over to me and said, “It’s all

The deer season last fall was my most successful season ever. I have been deer hunting since I was fourteen. Each year I have shot at least one deer, but none were that special because they were all does. This year because I was going to college and wrestling I didn't think I would have a chance to get the big buck.

My family and i all went on a hunt for deer but we ran into trouble.There was a elk charging at us.Here is how it all began.

“Oh I see it, it must be a plastic bag in the wind.” My dad reassured me. “Wait...I see antlers. It’s a buck!” my dad yelled.

It all started one beautiful evening that seemed like just another hunt. I had basketball practice that evening but it up getting canceled for some odd reason practice never got canceled on Sundays but this Sunday was different. Deer hunting earlier in my life wasn't that special to me because of the early failure i encountered. When i was younger i missed four deer in a small time frame and eventually i gave up because all my confidence disappeared. For years my father would ask me “You gonna come with me this year?” I would sigh and tell him because all the confidence was drained from me. Well the same question came back around and i thought about it and i eventually thought about it and i decided to get back into it. I started shooting my

I calmly squeezed the trigger on my arrow release and let the arrow fly. The arrow seemed to soar in slow motion as it tracked upon the deer. Everything seemed to be perfect with the shot, but the arrow passed within a quarter of an inch under the huge buck's chest. The large deer only flinched as the arrow embedded into the grass below him. The doe instinctively darted from my field of vision, but the buck only turned his head to look in my direction. The large deer seemed to know that something wasn't right but didn't know what. I wanted to scream in disappointment, but I knew that it would only spook the deer. I slowly reached for my deer call hanging around my neck and began to grunt into it. I hoped that the buck would think that I was another buck trying to move in on his doe. My ploy seemed to work because he was moving cautiously towards me. The deer began grunting back at me and pawing the ground around him. The deer was now within five yards from me, but there was no way that I could possibly reach around the tree to grab another arrow without him seeing me. My only hope was if the deer were to turn around, which was highly unlikely.

We seemed to walk on for miles and miles, but finally my dad stopped me, and slowly said in a soft whisper, “We are here.” We traversed for a couple more feet, until we found the latter. I handed my dad the gun and started climbing up the stand. Getting in and out of the stand is the worst part for me, especially when the latter is slick, and slimy from dew. When we were climbing up, we saw the silhouette of a big deer run by the stand. This is gonna be the day I get my first deer. We got up in the stand, and looked out into the huge field. The first signs of daylight were creeping over the landscape.

“There a deer,D.J.!” said my dad. So I ran to my dad.Then, I ran to my dad and said “what do you want.” I found a 8 point deer. Then I pulled my rifle.So I aim for the lungs and shoot.

I dashed down the stairs ready to go, I have my rifle and pistol just in case I run into a bear or something, it’s a magnum revolver so i'm good if he tries to charge at me. All we’re trying to do is get a couple deer or moose. As I forced the door open and hopped in my truck, I slid down the window and gave my wife a nice kiss, to say goodbye. Not knowing what I have coming once I go hunting. Wearing my heavy boots and thick Camo clothes I jaunted up the steps to pick up Ryan, “you got everything?”, he replies with a simple head nod. We set off after passing by joe’s house. Joe has a girlfriend, well they just got engaged, so he kissed her goodbye. Ryan’s single, probably because he’s all work, or work out, he has no time for anything else.

Shortly following the doe was a buck. I couldn’t tell how big it was because I was having a hard time finding it in my scope. As it got closer Grandpa said “Shoot!” I quickly found the body and pulled the trigger. The buck dropped dead in it’s tracks and promptly died. Normally you wait a little while to make sure it’s dead, but since we knew it was dead we walked up to it. As we were approaching it Grandpa stopped me. “How sizable do you think it is?” He asked. “I don’t know. Maybe six or eight points.” I replied. “Bigger.” He said “Probably ten or twelve points.” My “buck fever” started to kick in. I was shaking with joy and exhilaration. We finally got close enough to where I could sort of see the antlers and I could just tell it was a monster. Grandpa quickly counted the antlers and it was a ten point. I was so excited, but Grandpa was even more excited. As soon as I saw it, I took a quick picture of it to send to my dad and mom but our cell phone signal is not good at camp so I could only tell them how big it was. After I texted my parents, Grandpa began to gut it due to the fact that it’s super gross. We tried to haul it back to camp, but it was very heavy and the water made it even harder so we decided just to tag it and leave it and come when we had more help. When we got back to camp we celebrated with some victory hot chocolate. It was around nine in the morning so the other boys wouldn’t be coming back for a couple more hours and I was very anxious to tell them the news. After a while we saw Rhett walking back to camp. I ran outside to tell him about our success, but he thought I was kidding! I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture and he thought I got it off the internet. So, I decided we would go back to the deer and he could help us pull it out of the swamp. Once we found the deer again, I observed that Rhett was shocked and just by looking at his face I could tell he was

When I look to the north I see and alfalfa field and a lot of grass and trees perfect for deer. There is a windmill not to far away with a good watering hole there. There a fence row two hundred yards or so out. There are a few deer standing not to far from where I am sitting but not any nice bucks.

By this time it was about 4:30 PM and the sun began to set my dad told me in a whisper “the deer are about to be moving so stay alert.” Suddenly there it was the crackling of the leaves I thought for sure that it was deer, it was getting closer. I slowly turned my head only to realize the noises I heard were the sounds of a squirrel

An hour past and I understood then why waiting was the boring part. I was extremely bored and cold. My imagination was playing tricks on me, was that a deer, no only a tree branch, but that’s a deer, wait no it’s not. When will this end? I thought and repeatedly thought that question over and over and over. Suddenly weird vibrations disturbed me and my thoughts. “It’s your mom telling me that she’ll have your brothers and dad ready and over at the house by two o’clock for your birthday party.” Then I had realized that I out of all the people forgot about my birthday and birthday party being that very day. Oh no I’m in the middle of the woods and today’s my birthday party, well the good news is that it is only nine in the morning so maybe we’ll get there before people start to show up. Wait what if I miss the change to get a deer. I can’t leave. It was an hour later and I was still trying to solve my problem. Okay I guess it’s time to give up. Then something got my attention. Movement in the bushes. When I looked through the scope on the gun I saw three deer, a big doe, a little doe and a baby buck. I lined up the gun with the big doe then she ran, so I lined the gun up with the small doe and then Grandpa stopped me. “Do you want to shoot the deer?” He asked. Why would he ask me that question? “I need you to answer that question, because if you don’t and you pull that trigger you’ll regret it if you don’t want to shot and I don’t want you to.” “I want to.” I answered nervously. “Okay go ahead, pull that trigger.” He told me. Shoot it! Wait don’t! Don’t you listen; he said you’ll regret it. It was like I was arguing with myself in my mind. Don’t you do it? My finger tightened around the trigger. Wait don’t, BOOM! Before I realized it, I fired and the doe just dropped to the ground. As I slowly put the gun

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