I have been hunting non stop over the past few weekstrying to get a deer in the freezer before the cold sets in. I hate the cold. But as of late, I was getting really, really tired of hunting for 12 hours a day, and seeing nothing. Well mom and dad left for the day, and I told them I probably wouldn't go. I hemmed, and hawed, and thought of every excuse not to go out, but at 3pm yesterday, I did. To show how excited I was for hunting, I brought a notepad and pencil. I was apprehensive, to be truthful, because the day before, we saw a 300 lb. black bear at my hunting spot. Yay. I sat down in my climber, set the gun in my lap (7mm Chilean Mauser built well over 100 years ago) and proceeded to ignore my surroundings. Well after a while, I heard footsteps off in the distance. I saw brown, and nonchalantly picked up my rifle to look through the scope, and was shocked to see nothing but antlers! As I was looking, I heard CLING! CLANG! DING DING! My sketch pad fell onto the metal stand! The deer didn't even look. I went into panic mode, fumbling with the safety (this is my first year ever rifle hunting) and trying to find him in the scope. He went behind a tree, and when he came back out, I shot, with a pencil in my mouth because I was drawing at the time. I was so focused on loading another round, that when I looked up, the deer scared the living daylights outta me by running straight towards me! I spit the pencil out, and tried aiming again, but he flew past me and I heard him crash later on.
At first, we couldn't find any blood. Zero. Hell, I didn't remember where the deer was standing. It happened so fast, I didn't even record any detail in my memory. How could I have missed? Finally, by random chance, my mama found one splotch of blood. One. Uno. Ein. We looked forever, but eventually we found him really close to the stand, crumpled up. He made a circle and we didn't know it. It's a beautiful nine pointer, and definitely mountable. I was shocked. I didn't even know what I hit. I thanked God profusely, and helped my dad drag it back. It weighs 200 lbs. field dressed.
Thank you God!
Today we took it to the butcher, who set to work on it immediately. He caped it it, and now I have to figure out how I want to mount it. I also have to name it. Because he snuck in on me, I was thinking about naming it after surprise military operations. Overlord, Bagration, Citedele, Barborossa, Mercury, Wacht Am Rhine, or Chancellorseville. Nah, I gotta come up with more names.
I'm pretty sure the spirits of the pre-historic hunters were shaking their heads at the newfangled, inattentive hunter.
At first, we couldn't find any blood. Zero. Hell, I didn't remember where the deer was standing. It happened so fast, I didn't even record any detail in my memory. How could I have missed? Finally, by random chance, my mama found one splotch of blood. One. Uno. Ein. We looked forever, but eventually we found him really close to the stand, crumpled up. He made a circle and we didn't know it. It's a beautiful nine pointer, and definitely mountable. I was shocked. I didn't even know what I hit. I thanked God profusely, and helped my dad drag it back. It weighs 200 lbs. field dressed.
Thank you God!
Today we took it to the butcher, who set to work on it immediately. He caped it it, and now I have to figure out how I want to mount it. I also have to name it. Because he snuck in on me, I was thinking about naming it after surprise military operations. Overlord, Bagration, Citedele, Barborossa, Mercury, Wacht Am Rhine, or Chancellorseville. Nah, I gotta come up with more names.
I'm pretty sure the spirits of the pre-historic hunters were shaking their heads at the newfangled, inattentive hunter.
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