My dad likes to eat does because they have more meat then bucks, but I wanted to shot a buck because they look really cool. My dad likes to hunt in the fall he has a shotgun so after he went out and shot a doe I was mad, because i wanted to shot a deer to.
So we called up my uncle and he let us go hunt up in his land. That night it was cold, windy, and rainy. We were all talking when my dad saw a doe come out and he said it looked like a post. So i pulled up the 12 gage and I have a scope so it’s easy to see. The deer was about 110 yards from our tent. It was just standing there looking at us I was really nervus. I shot……. and I hit it and we were all happy. We got out, and could not find a blood trail. We saw it go up into some corn so went through the corn and we found a little bit of blood. My uncle heard something up in the grass. We saw what looked like a little horn. Then I saw what looked like a baby buck with one horn. That was what i shot it wasn’t dead because I only hit it in the leg. I spooked it and it jumped up and ran into the corn again. After that we couldn’t find a blood trail because of the rain. So we had to give up and hunt another day.
The next time we went out was two days later. We went to the same land, but we went up next to the spot where we shot the first one, but didn’t find it. We went a lot later then the night before. It was a lot warmer and there was no wind. We didn’t see any thing that night. We only saw a racoon. My dad said to shot it, but it was a joke.
The next Sunday we went out we saw four little deer and one mom. We were only walking to our spot and we spooked them. We found some deer beds there were tons of them every where next to the woods. We set up the tent or blind, and all of a sudden it started to rain for only like two minutes only. Then it just stoped. We didn’t see anything at all nothing came out at all. My uncle said he saw a small doe but he said it was running down the hill. We decided to leave.
The next Saturday was my last time I could hunt so I had to shot at something tonight. I really wanted to shot at a buck. So we went out to our camping spot and we put up the blind. We got all ready and nothing came out yet. We were all talking when all of a sudden a doe popped out and it was walking right to me. I pulled up the gun and was really scared I was going to miss. It was only 15 yards away. It didn’t see us yet or the blind. I shot…….. and this time I knew I got it. I hit her right in the spine and she dropped down and couldn’t get up so we all got out of the blind. My dad told me to finish her of. So I had to put on more into her. We were all so happy.
The next day we went down to get it cut up and measured. It was a really big doe my dad said but it looked really small to me. One of my dads friends shot a big buck, and another one shot a doe. They were all happy for me, because it was my first deer. I wish it was a buck, but it doesn’t matter at least I killed a doe. I can’t wait to hunting again.
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