POW!!
It happened about 5:55 P.M.. I shot my first deer. I was so excited. My heart
was racing and my hands were shaking. Looking back, I don’t see how I got a
good shot off at that deer. Of course, it wasn’t that good, because we had to
go and track it down.
I
had been hunting since 3:00 that afternoon and not much had happened. I had
read some of a book that I had brought along, and watched a rabbit hop around
the green field that I was hunting on, not much else. Then, about 5:00 o’clock,
I looked up from my daydream and saw two does walking around at the end of the
field.
I
was so excited about the possibility of killing a deer. But I managed to keep
myself from jumping the gun. It was during rut so there was a good chance that
a buck would come out so I waited. It turned out that no bucks came out so I settled
on shooting the bigger doe.
After
I shot I got out of the stand and foolishly walked to the deer. When I had
gotten very close to it, it got up off the ground and ran. I tried to get
another shot off but couldn’t. I then called the house and asked for help to
track it and soon Daddy and Caleb had come to my aid.
After
much searching and tracking we lost the trail. We walked a little ways looking
and listening and then I prayed that God would help us find that deer. After
that I looked up and saw a spot of blood on a tree not far ahead. We followed
that trail for a while and then we heard a loud sudden flapping sound.
I
froze. I didn’t know what it was and after a little I kept moving. Then I heard
it again, but this time closer. Daddy told me to look carefully around to see
if I saw anything. I looked and saw a flash of white not to far away from me.
It was a deer tail!
Daddy
told me to stay and watch the deer while he went to get the truck. When he got
back we approached the deer carefully and when we got there it was dead. I had
killed my first deer!
