My First Deer

     There are something in life that you will never forget.  Whether it's the first car you get, or the first time you move out.  For me I will never forget the first time I shot a deer.  I was so excited that weekend of the youth hunt. 

      My dad was going to take me hunting and this time I was the one with the gun.  I had been hunting with him many times before and had gotten to experience the thrill of watching him get a deer, but this time it was my turn.  I always hated waking up early in the morning to get out there before the deer started to move but I knew my dad would let me sleep in the shack as soon as we got out there.  It was a Saturday in October and we had been out 3 times already and had yet to see a buck. 

      We sat in the shack for hours, sitting there playing cards and trying to name the birds in the trees next to us.  It started to get darker and darker and I was starting to lose hope of seeing a deer at all that night.  Then he was there.  Standing right in front of us and I froze.  I reached for the gun and found my mark but I couldn't pull the trigger.  I had a serious case of buck fever.  I can remember my dad telling me over and over to shoot.  After what seemed like an eternity I finally squeezed the trigger.  I watched and the deer ran into the corn and fell down.  I looked to my dad and he was shaking more than I was.  I finally got my buck.  We waited in the tree stand and called my mom to tell her the news.  Finally we went to go see my deer.  I was so proud at that moment.  Nothing in my life had made me happier than that moment.  We took the deer up to the garage and measured it.  I had shot an 8 point with a 15 1/2 inch spread for my first deer.  I couldn't believe it.  My dad wanted to drive around and show it off and I was all for it.  

     I will never forget my first hunt.  It will be a memory of my dad and I that I will be able to cherish forever.