I decided to try hunting again after a 10 year break. I got warmed up on squirrel hunting. Friday afternoon I went to the woods made a seat out of sticks leaned against a tree. Got to the spot about 6:30 Saturday morning. Around 7:45 I shot my first deer. Here it is:
Its a 8 point 17 1/4" spread, 170 pounds! I didn't hear it or see it until it was less than 20 yards away, comming directly from my left, right toward me. I couldn't see it clearly because it was behind two tree's looking right at me. I knew it was a buck so I started to get a little excited but somehow got my self to calm down. I still had no idea how big it was, only knew it had antlers. It stood there behind the two tree's just looking for what seemed like forever. Then it turned to his left and started to trot, I immediatly raised my gun thinking I would have to take a shot while it was running. But he stopped after only a few leaps. As soon as he stopped I moved the crosshair right behind the shoulder and fired instantly knowing that if he took just a few more steps he would be behind a beech deadfall, and my opportunity would be gone. He jumped into the air and kicked his back legs, I knew that I got him. He ran straight toward the swayle thicket but couldn't make it, he only went about 20 yards and fell dead. When I got to where he layed I couldn't believe what I saw, it was a huge deer with a very nice 8 point rack. My heart really started pounding. I sat there for about 10 minutes just admiring it and thanking him for giving up his life. Needless to say I'm hooked.
