As you may know I got my first deer over the weekend of 11/30/07 through 12/3/07 and it was my lucky weekend here is the story. Lance had told us about a nice WT buck at the north blind so dad went to check it out. When he came back he said it was a nice blind so we decided to hunt it. We both got up about 5:15 and got dressed to go hunting . We rode in my dad’s truck because of his bad decision to not take the mule. We finally got to the gate and set off for the long walk to get to the blind. We saw the blind and got in to have a good hunt. It took us a while to get settled and I just had to wait while my dad did all the work. Dad and I were finally finished so we just had to wait. After we waited a while a nice WT buck came to the feeder and I did not think it was very tall. Even though it looked kind of short to me dad said it was a nice buck so we chambered a round! I waited a bit to see if anything bigger came out but nope. I picked up my gun and dad told me to aim strait for the heart so I looked through the scope and found a good shot….. BANG! The buck flipped on the ground got up and sprinted away. Dad said “did you get him” ? I think so I said. Dad said what did it do I said it just flipped like this BONG as I hit my head on the top of the blind. That’s pretty convincing if it flipped I said yea. We waited 30 minutes and put the stuff in the truck to track my deer. 5 minutes later…… Ok Cameron look for blood. I did not see any blood but then I heard “hey Cameron look at this” (this was my dad). “WET BLOOD!” I said, very excided. I followed the blood trail looking and saw the deer up against the tree when I was about 8 feet away from it ( dad apparently saw it at the top of the hill). I told dad to see if it was dead because I did not want it to jump up in front of me. He checked IT WAS DOWN! So I went up to it pulled it out a bit for dad to get a picture with his phone. After all the pictures we pulled the buck up the hill and under the feeder and left him there. We went to the truck and drove back to camp to get the guys to help us. We waited a while and no one came so we decided to go and try and get it into the truck. As we were pulling out we saw Erik and we told him I got my first deer so he went with us to get it. When we got there Erik said it was a nice buck and I said that I knew it was. We pulled it up onto a rock to take pictures and nice Erik got on the ground into the blood to take pictures of me with my deer.
I think Erik is really nice. So we loaded up the deer and took it back to camp. Bill was there when we got back he was all happy for me and said my first deer was a lot better than his. We cleaned the deer and loaded him up for a trip back home and he is now at Rhodes Taxidermy waiting to be a trophy on my wall.
MY FIRST DEER,
LITTLEREDWOLFE
