The first time I ever shot a deer came as a tremendous surprise to me. It happened about four years ago. I had hunted for a while before that, but that was the first year that I actually took it seriously and I got my gun safety license so I could shoot. It was the second weekend in rifle season, so it was empty in the woods and quiet.
It was a cold, crisp Saturday morning. The moon was full so on our walk out we didn't need a flashlight or anything because it was bright enough to see. We got out to the stand and get settled in and let things die down. It was very quiet, and there was even the squirrels were very seldom. It was very cold and when 10:00 came around I wanted to get down because it was so cold and I was so cold too. We got down and went and waited until the night hunt came around. …show more content…
It was about 2:30 by the time we get out to the stand, and I learned my lesson after the morning hunt so I put on many layers. It was like the morning hunt, dead. We sat and waited, and nothing was moving. Before I knew it, the sun began to sink, and the wind picked up. The wind made the cold feel even worse. By the time the sun had sunk the wind had picked up a significant amount, and I wasn't sure I would be able to make it another half of an hour. After the thirty minutes, my father and I rushed to the truck and turned it on and turned up the heat all the way. We went back and ate, watched a movie, and then went to
It was a cold, crisp Saturday morning. The moon was full so on our walk out we didn't need a flashlight or anything because it was bright enough to see. We got out to the stand and get settled in and let things die down. It was very quiet, and there was even the squirrels were very seldom. It was very cold and when 10:00 came around I wanted to get down because it was so cold and I was so cold too. We got down and went and waited until the night hunt came around. …show more content…
It was about 2:30 by the time we get out to the stand, and I learned my lesson after the morning hunt so I put on many layers. It was like the morning hunt, dead. We sat and waited, and nothing was moving. Before I knew it, the sun began to sink, and the wind picked up. The wind made the cold feel even worse. By the time the sun had sunk the wind had picked up a significant amount, and I wasn't sure I would be able to make it another half of an hour. After the thirty minutes, my father and I rushed to the truck and turned it on and turned up the heat all the way. We went back and ate, watched a movie, and then went to