My First Deer

There is one place in nature that I love the most. This place is special to me because this is the  place where I realized that nature gives us the support we need.

One memory I have of this place is when I was hunting for my second year of youth weekend. My uncle had been trying to push deer for us all weekend with little success. We couldn’t find anything within legal limits. The night of the second day we met up at my grandmother's house and we came up with a plan for that night. The one place that we hadn’t tried yet. We call the Oak. The Oak had a stand that sat on a nice size Red Oak, with a lot of Pines, other Oaks, and Birches around it. I remember how every couple of minutes there would be a chipmunk or a squirrel running around. I wonder how many acorns they found that night. After being in the tree stand for about 2 ½ hours, I fell asleep for a bit. I was sitting there looking and wondering if I was going to get a deer. As it was getting darker, it was getting harder to see in the distance. I was looking around to my right, I turned my dad to the left to see my dad looking off in the distance, so I started to look at it as well. From our point of view it looked like a really weird Oak tree in the distance. Then we realized that it was moving. I slowly went for my gun. My hands were shaking with anxiety and excitement. The white-tail deer was on my left and so was my dad. There was no way that I could have gotten the Savage 340D up and pointed at the deer just in time. The deer came running towards us and dropped. My gun felt heavierheaver than it did before, the feeling that I had just got a deer shotshoot through my body, my whole body started to shake with excitement.  I wonder how the deer felt when the bullet hit it’s ribbs. My uncle and I dragged the deer out to the trucks. We made it back to my grandparents' house. We all knew that it was the first deer to be hung up in the garage since my grandparents passed away.