Captianbullseye
Plinker
To start off I would like to give the biggest thanks to my uncle, Bobjones223, for guiding me on this trip. On the morning of 11/20/16 around 7 am, I was just settling into a double stand with my uncle. Waking up and walking outside around 5:30, I was surprised to notice that the predicted winds of near 18 miles an hour were not gusting. Instead, I was very happy that the morning was calm, especially in the stand. As the minutes passed and the cold seeped in I occupied myself by listening to the coyotes in the distance, watching the birds wake, and the sun rise. After an hour of shivering I start getting urgently nudged in my right side, and I hear "Grab the gun, grab the gun." I grab the gun and look over to the right to see a buck walking straight at our stand, he was on a mission too. With the gun shouldered and the cross hairs on my target I wait for the shot, anxiously following my deer strut towards me. As soon as he was broadside I hear my uncle grunt, see the deer stop,and I pulled the trigger. I am not ashamed to tell you that I made a bad shot, cause I did. I hit him too far back, a gut shot, and my practice will continue for next season. We wait for a half an hour for the deer to hopefully pass, and start to track. With the first sign of blood my nerves start to calm, it was a good amount, but when the trail started to get less and less(down to a droplet every 10 feet) I started to get worried more and more. But after an hour of my uncles tracking, I look over into a ravine and see a set of antlers...and then the body of my buck. He passed in a tiny creek, 400 yards away from the stand. To say I was happy would be saying the least, but that is the story of my best deer, which is also my first ever. I am 15 years old.
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