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Don't you just hate computers when they will not let you find a web site? Well right now I am not able to find any of the web sites that I have been looking for. The worst part of not being able to find the web site is when you just misspell one word, and not even just the word its one letter in the word. Anyway that's whats on my mind.
Never Give Up!!!
On the opening morning of last years youth deer hunt, my dad and I hunted together. My brother and uncle hunted together on the other side of the property. My dad and I did not see many deer, only one doe, and I could not get a shot at it. Around 8:30 we heard my brother David shoot. After a few minutes my uncle called to let us know that David had harvested a mature doe. Excited for him, but anxious for us, we still waited to no avail. After about another hour, we herd David shoot "again," and as before we received another call to inform us that David had indeed harvested another deer. This time it was a small spike buck.
After another few more minutes of waiting our curiosity got the best of us, and we began our long walk to see David's trophies. Feeling totally discouraged I was "traveling the trail of tears," about half-way there we heard a couple of deer coming. As they ran by I attempted a "Hail Mary" shot at a running doe. At this time I was feeling lower than slug slime. As we continued on I was walking gun down, head down, and had basically gave up on the whole day. When my dad, and his infinite wisdom, said "Now son don't ever give up, you never know when that big buck is 'bout to come out." In an excited whisper he said "And there he is now!" as he pointed towards the path at our right.
As I looked where he was pointing, I saw the antlers gleaming in the sun as the large eight point exited from the woods, and entered the opening in front of us. My dad having quick reflexes shot the shooting stick into the ground. While doing so he said "Get 'em son!" I raised my 7mm O8 handy rifle, and placed the cross hairs on his chest. I squeezed the trigger, and the deer ran back towards the opening stumbling through the woods. Not knowing for sure if I had hit the deer, we anxiously approached where he had been standing, we began to look for sign to track him by.
As we began our assent up the hill where he had went, we broke though the brush we saw him lying up the hill. Giggling to myself like a little school girl, I was proud to see that I had killed something bigger than what David had killed. Still shaking from all the adrenalin, my dad called my Uncle Sam and could barley talk, but managed to get out that I had killed a big buck.
After another few more minutes of waiting our curiosity got the best of us, and we began our long walk to see David's trophies. Feeling totally discouraged I was "traveling the trail of tears," about half-way there we heard a couple of deer coming. As they ran by I attempted a "Hail Mary" shot at a running doe. At this time I was feeling lower than slug slime. As we continued on I was walking gun down, head down, and had basically gave up on the whole day. When my dad, and his infinite wisdom, said "Now son don't ever give up, you never know when that big buck is 'bout to come out." In an excited whisper he said "And there he is now!" as he pointed towards the path at our right.
As I looked where he was pointing, I saw the antlers gleaming in the sun as the large eight point exited from the woods, and entered the opening in front of us. My dad having quick reflexes shot the shooting stick into the ground. While doing so he said "Get 'em son!" I raised my 7mm O8 handy rifle, and placed the cross hairs on his chest. I squeezed the trigger, and the deer ran back towards the opening stumbling through the woods. Not knowing for sure if I had hit the deer, we anxiously approached where he had been standing, we began to look for sign to track him by.
As we began our assent up the hill where he had went, we broke though the brush we saw him lying up the hill. Giggling to myself like a little school girl, I was proud to see that I had killed something bigger than what David had killed. Still shaking from all the adrenalin, my dad called my Uncle Sam and could barley talk, but managed to get out that I had killed a big buck.
The End
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