My father, who was an avid hunter, decided to introduce me into the sport of hunting. Growing up in Northern Pennsylvania, I have seen a countless number of whitetail deer. I figured that taking up hunting would give my dad and I a chance to bond and that is exactly what happened. Everyday after school we went to target shoot. Before I knew it, it was the first day of deer season and my dad was waking me up at 4:30 am. I was really tired however, on the drive to my hunting site my mood changed from tired to extremely energetic.
Two hours later, I began to see a line of deer. I thought that I was seeing thing so I started rubbing my eyes. However, I was not seeing things! There were eight deer in a perfect line one right behind the other. Leading the line was a spiker (2 pointer) followed by several doe (female deer), and bringing up the rear was a 9 point buck. I was very excited and immediately put up my riffle. I shot the buck and he fell down immediately. Then, the other deer began to run around.
All of a sudden the buck stood up and took off. I paged my dad on his phone and he came down to evaluate the scene. At first, he thought that I was going crazy but then, I found the blood trail. We tracked the deer for three hours with no luck. The next week we found the dead deer. I do have the rack but I was upset that all of the deer’s meat went to waste.
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