When I was younger I sat in a deer stand with my dad. I started at the age of nine and I loved it. Every day during deer camp I woke up early to walk out to the field with him. We would get up around 4 or 5 in the morning. I always lite a fire in the fireplace to get rid of the chill in the cool morning air. Then I would get dressed up for the cold weather to come and prepare for the great hunt we were about to receive.
I could not shoot a deer legally I was twelve. Once I could legally harvest a deer, I couldn't wait for the season to start. I was so excited when I finally got the chance to take hunter's safety class online. I passed my written test and went to take the field test that you must attend to receive your certificate. During the field test I had to carry a …show more content…
I called up both of my brothers to help us along with my dog who came to help as well. The problem was is my dog is not a very intelligent dog. He is a golden retriever at the time he was about two. He has no clue how to track down anything. He turned into more of a nuisance than a help.
Three or so hours into the chase and we were still tracking blood. We had crossed over the railroad tracks into someone elses property. We kept trekking on. After a while more of searching, I met up with the owner of his chunk of land. He told me, “one of my buddies not too far away just saw a nine point limp across his field and he shot it.”
So there went the biggest deer that I had ever see. Not only was it the biggest deer I have ever seen, it was the first deer I had ever shot. I searched for hours, filled with anxiety, only to find the deer was taken by somebody else. I sat at camp the rest of the day in despair. It was a great hunt, and a not so great hunt at the same time. Now I know for next time to shoot the deer twice, not once, maybe even three or four