The first time I ever went hunting was Thanksgiving week of 2016. It was the first time I had not been with my whole family during thanksgiving. My aunt, uncle, brother, and both my cousins were the only people I was with during my trip. We took food up there with us and we had thanksgiving at camp which was really cool because I’ve never had thanksgiving outside. We had a deep-fried a turkey, smoked ham, grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, and an amazing pumpkin pie.
The ride to camp seemed like we would never get there. Our camp is right outside Sandersville Georgia. When we got on the road to go we had seven hours of road ahead of us. The whole time I was in the truck I loved looking at the wildlife on the side …show more content…
As we were pulling into camp there was a baby deer standing in the driveway as we got closer it ran off. I got out the truck and it was so cold the wind was blowing and I was shivering even with a jacket and sweat pants on. I ran to the camper and turned the heater on. While it was heating up we took all our stuff out of the truck and started getting things ready for our first hunt in the morning.
When I got to the stand it was five o’clock in the morning. It was kind of creepy walking in pitch black but I finally got there. I started climbing up the stand and got to the top it was really high up and I’m not much of a person for heights but I was dealing with it. I sat there for three hours watching the squirrels and birds out in the field. It was almost time for me to get out the stand and head back to camp when a few deer walk out.
I watched the deer walk around eating for about 30 minutes. They started to leave the field when I had to decide rather I wanted to get one or not and I picked up my rifle and got the biggest one. The adrenaline pumping through my blood made my body get real warm and the cold weather didn’t seem to cold anymore. My ears were ringing and I could hear the shot echo through the woods. I called my uncle to come get me and my deer. When we got back to camp I weighed it and it was 130
The ride to camp seemed like we would never get there. Our camp is right outside Sandersville Georgia. When we got on the road to go we had seven hours of road ahead of us. The whole time I was in the truck I loved looking at the wildlife on the side …show more content…
As we were pulling into camp there was a baby deer standing in the driveway as we got closer it ran off. I got out the truck and it was so cold the wind was blowing and I was shivering even with a jacket and sweat pants on. I ran to the camper and turned the heater on. While it was heating up we took all our stuff out of the truck and started getting things ready for our first hunt in the morning.
When I got to the stand it was five o’clock in the morning. It was kind of creepy walking in pitch black but I finally got there. I started climbing up the stand and got to the top it was really high up and I’m not much of a person for heights but I was dealing with it. I sat there for three hours watching the squirrels and birds out in the field. It was almost time for me to get out the stand and head back to camp when a few deer walk out.
I watched the deer walk around eating for about 30 minutes. They started to leave the field when I had to decide rather I wanted to get one or not and I picked up my rifle and got the biggest one. The adrenaline pumping through my blood made my body get real warm and the cold weather didn’t seem to cold anymore. My ears were ringing and I could hear the shot echo through the woods. I called my uncle to come get me and my deer. When we got back to camp I weighed it and it was 130