We are getting ready and mom says “ I want to go”. So I said get ready. We knew there were some bucks coming around and I was really hoping to kill one. I was 8 years old and …show more content…
Thats where we got our meat made into tenderloin, cube steak, and tips. We left some of the meat at home to make jerky out of. A little while after that we took my deer head to one of my dads friends that is a taxidermist. He said he would mount it for me. So we left it for him to do. When the meat was done we went and got it and eat on it for along time. It was so good, and the jerky was to. The meat didn't last long at my house but it sure was good. After all the years of hunting I had never killed a buck, but in one evening I changed that. Most kids that was my age would have shot a spike or something small, but not me I wanted something bigger. When I look at it now I ask myself why did I shoot that it is little, but at that moment I thought it was big and it made me happy then and I am still happy because it meant alot to me. So it was worth all the waiting. I never gave up, and I still haven't. Because now I want to kill something bigger, and I know it will come one day, I just need to be patient and pray that I can get one one