I've been a hunter now for 13 years. I've put over 30 deer into the freezer in those years. My very first deer, my very first shot of the gun, was a smaller buck with a large rack. I probably wasn't much over 25 years old.
I'm used to the ribbing I've received over the years for shooting does and small yearling bucks. I'm also used to missing the first shot of every deer since my first kill. It's like a curse...but anyway...
Yesterday, I saw a deer exactly like my first and it locked me into place. I didn't know what to do! It was only 20 feet from me. All the feelings from the 'first time' flooded back. I forgot I even had a gun... It was like the first day I was in the woods. What an awesome feeling.
I let it go, after all, I have a nice set of antlers already and they aren't very edible. I did chuckle a little when the deer turned to run and bonked its antlers on a nearby tree.
Perhaps this is how my first deer would have acted had I not shot it. I guess we'll never know...
No announcement yet.
Memories of Yesteryear