Fall. My favorite season out of the four sensational times of the year in Minnesota, considering that it happens to be my favored sport season, deer hunting. Deer hunting is my favorite nine days of the entire year. I have had remarkable and crummy years while hunting, but my second year hunting was by far the best season I have ever had.
November 8th, 2014. Season opener. 3:00 p.m. Half of the day had passed by, and round two of the opening day had begun. I felt excited for that night that it was difficult to stay still. When we reached my grandpa’s house, we pulled out our all-terrain vehicle and drove it about a half mile to our stand right in the middle of a swamp. The first hour out in the woods was uneventful. I sat there looking at the …show more content…
In fact, it turned out to be an eight point buck. As soon as I saw eight points on that buck, I instantly had what they call “buck fever.” My hands started to tremble. I felt a chill down my spine, and I started to hyperventilate. I felt like my heart started beating too fast, and I thought it might explode. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere in my body, including my hands, and that made me more anxious, since I needed to use my hands for pulling the trigger. I could neither concentrate nor shoot. I tried to aim for the buck in my scope, but I could not. My heart started racing even faster. I knew that I may not have an opportunity at this magnificent buck, and I may never have another chance at this in my lifetime. The longer I waited to shoot, the faster my hands quaked. I tried to keep telling myself, “Stop shaking. Everything is going to be alright,” but it only made matters worse. I gradually raised my gun, ready to shoot. I looked in the scope and saw the buck in it. I then inhaled and exhaled. In the matter of a second, I pulled the trigger. I could see fire bursting out of the barrel, and then I saw the buck jump and kick his feet up in the air, and I knew I must have shot him. I watched him as he kept running, and then he vanished off into the woods. I put the safety on and removed the bullet out of my gun. …show more content…
Twenty minutes later, we crawled out of the stand and started to look for a blood trail. I knew that I had to find him; otherwise, I would be devastated. Luckily, I found a fresh and heavy blood trail a few minutes later. Fifty yards away, I found him. My buck lay on the ground dead. I felt thankful for finally shooting my first buck. My father congratulated me on my outstanding accomplishment, and I took a picture with my deer as well. I would have never thought that morning that I would be coming home with such an astonishing achievement. That Saturday turned out to be one of the best days of my life. I will never forget November 8th, 2014, as it felt like a miracle to shoot a magnificent deer when I have been hunting for only one year, and it is best season opener I will ever have. I even have a reminder of that day hanging up in my room, which is the mount my dad made just so I could look back at that moment. My dad once told me that one season will be remarkable, and no season compares or exceeds that season. Turns out, 2014 was my
November 8th, 2014. Season opener. 3:00 p.m. Half of the day had passed by, and round two of the opening day had begun. I felt excited for that night that it was difficult to stay still. When we reached my grandpa’s house, we pulled out our all-terrain vehicle and drove it about a half mile to our stand right in the middle of a swamp. The first hour out in the woods was uneventful. I sat there looking at the …show more content…
In fact, it turned out to be an eight point buck. As soon as I saw eight points on that buck, I instantly had what they call “buck fever.” My hands started to tremble. I felt a chill down my spine, and I started to hyperventilate. I felt like my heart started beating too fast, and I thought it might explode. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere in my body, including my hands, and that made me more anxious, since I needed to use my hands for pulling the trigger. I could neither concentrate nor shoot. I tried to aim for the buck in my scope, but I could not. My heart started racing even faster. I knew that I may not have an opportunity at this magnificent buck, and I may never have another chance at this in my lifetime. The longer I waited to shoot, the faster my hands quaked. I tried to keep telling myself, “Stop shaking. Everything is going to be alright,” but it only made matters worse. I gradually raised my gun, ready to shoot. I looked in the scope and saw the buck in it. I then inhaled and exhaled. In the matter of a second, I pulled the trigger. I could see fire bursting out of the barrel, and then I saw the buck jump and kick his feet up in the air, and I knew I must have shot him. I watched him as he kept running, and then he vanished off into the woods. I put the safety on and removed the bullet out of my gun. …show more content…
Twenty minutes later, we crawled out of the stand and started to look for a blood trail. I knew that I had to find him; otherwise, I would be devastated. Luckily, I found a fresh and heavy blood trail a few minutes later. Fifty yards away, I found him. My buck lay on the ground dead. I felt thankful for finally shooting my first buck. My father congratulated me on my outstanding accomplishment, and I took a picture with my deer as well. I would have never thought that morning that I would be coming home with such an astonishing achievement. That Saturday turned out to be one of the best days of my life. I will never forget November 8th, 2014, as it felt like a miracle to shoot a magnificent deer when I have been hunting for only one year, and it is best season opener I will ever have. I even have a reminder of that day hanging up in my room, which is the mount my dad made just so I could look back at that moment. My dad once told me that one season will be remarkable, and no season compares or exceeds that season. Turns out, 2014 was my