The Value Of Deer Hunting
Smash the arrow hits the target. Right in the bulls eye at 20 yards. I walked to the target and take my arrow out of the target and get my arrows with my Broadheads in and put them in the quiver. “If a buck walks in front of you he might regret it,” said Uncle Glen as he keeps looking at the campfire.
“Probably,” I replied. I put my camouflage on and harness on and walked out to my stand. Crunch, crunch as Dad and I hurried out to my stand. I get in the tree and put the strap around the tree and tinted it so I don’t fall out of the stand.
“If it has antlers shoot it and good luck,” said Dad.
“I will and thanks,” I replied. A red squirrel ran around for about 30 minutes and then it when quiet. 30 minutes later 3 does trotted, a mom and her …show more content…
babies. Then 5 minutes a buck came, so I stood up. The babies and buck were at the bait pile and I pulled back. Woof as the arrow flies and then smack at 15 yards and then rustling leaves as the deer take off. I text Dad that I shot one. He walks don’t and the leaves are crunching crunch. Then Dad text Uncle Glen and he walks down and we are looking for blood. Crunch as Uncle Glen shows up. We find blood on a tree that he hit. There is very little blood every 10 yards. “I don’t think you put a good shot on him,” said Dad.
“I know I hit him good, I saw it hit in the rib area,” I replied. We track for 45 minutes and the last 30 minutes were in the dark and then we couldn’t find anymore blood. “I will go up and see if there is any more blood closer to the road,” said Dad.
“There he is,” I yelled to Uncle Glen and Dad.
“ Congrats,” they said to me.
We gut the deer and we figured out it was a double lung shot, but it didn't exit the deer so that is why there was so little blood. I dragged the deer to the road as my dad went and got the mule, a Utility Terrain Vehicle (UTV) it is like a four wheeler but with a cargo bed. We loaded the deer in the bed of the mule and I drove it back to the cabin after we went and got my bow from my stand. We washed him up with the hose behind the cabin, and then hung him up on the meat pole to let the blood drain. I told them how he came in and Dad said “I didn’t see a deer till you shot.” “Yeah, he looked bigger that he was,” I replied. He was 2 ¾ inches so he was barely under legal because legal is 3 inches, but from 60 yards from when I first saw him I thought he was over 3 inches. I had to use my antlerless tag for him because he was under 3 inches and it was a week before gun hunting.
It was a good bow season as I shot my first deer out of a stand that my uncle Tom usually shoots a deer out of it every year and to get my first deer out of it is very exciting and it was at my cabin was even better. I learned it is not about shooting a big buck right away, but you need to know what it is like to shoot a deer before you shoot a
deer.
“Probably,” I replied. I put my camouflage on and harness on and walked out to my stand. Crunch, crunch as Dad and I hurried out to my stand. I get in the tree and put the strap around the tree and tinted it so I don’t fall out of the stand.
“If it has antlers shoot it and good luck,” said Dad.
“I will and thanks,” I replied. A red squirrel ran around for about 30 minutes and then it when quiet. 30 minutes later 3 does trotted, a mom and her …show more content…
babies. Then 5 minutes a buck came, so I stood up. The babies and buck were at the bait pile and I pulled back. Woof as the arrow flies and then smack at 15 yards and then rustling leaves as the deer take off. I text Dad that I shot one. He walks don’t and the leaves are crunching crunch. Then Dad text Uncle Glen and he walks down and we are looking for blood. Crunch as Uncle Glen shows up. We find blood on a tree that he hit. There is very little blood every 10 yards. “I don’t think you put a good shot on him,” said Dad.
“I know I hit him good, I saw it hit in the rib area,” I replied. We track for 45 minutes and the last 30 minutes were in the dark and then we couldn’t find anymore blood. “I will go up and see if there is any more blood closer to the road,” said Dad.
“There he is,” I yelled to Uncle Glen and Dad.
“ Congrats,” they said to me.
We gut the deer and we figured out it was a double lung shot, but it didn't exit the deer so that is why there was so little blood. I dragged the deer to the road as my dad went and got the mule, a Utility Terrain Vehicle (UTV) it is like a four wheeler but with a cargo bed. We loaded the deer in the bed of the mule and I drove it back to the cabin after we went and got my bow from my stand. We washed him up with the hose behind the cabin, and then hung him up on the meat pole to let the blood drain. I told them how he came in and Dad said “I didn’t see a deer till you shot.” “Yeah, he looked bigger that he was,” I replied. He was 2 ¾ inches so he was barely under legal because legal is 3 inches, but from 60 yards from when I first saw him I thought he was over 3 inches. I had to use my antlerless tag for him because he was under 3 inches and it was a week before gun hunting.
It was a good bow season as I shot my first deer out of a stand that my uncle Tom usually shoots a deer out of it every year and to get my first deer out of it is very exciting and it was at my cabin was even better. I learned it is not about shooting a big buck right away, but you need to know what it is like to shoot a deer before you shoot a
deer.