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My First Buck by Travis Johnson

It was an early November morning wind blowing; snow on the ground, and the temperature, a balmy ten above zero. It was my second year deer hunting and I had all the hope in the world of shooting a nice buck. I headed out with my dad to a cornfield not to far from my hunting cabin. We set up on the downwind edge of a cornfield overlooking some train tracks. The morning was cold, and as a new hunter my motivation to stay out was starting to tire. After watching the same area for nearly two hours, and seeing absolutely nothing I was getting really anxious and cold. I gave it ten minutes as I looked down at my watch, but before the ten minuets were up I had already shot the biggest buck of my life.

As I looked up from my watch I heard a rustling in the un-harvested corn to my right. So I put my gun up and jacked a shell into my .260. About a second later three does stepped out followed by a buck. This buck was a monster in my eyes, but then again I hadn’t been deer hunting much. As the buck walked parallel to me he seemed to stay in between the does and I so I didn’t have a shot until he passed over the railroad tracks. As he climbed to the top of the tracks and stopped I put the crosshairs right where my dad had instructed, squeezed the trigger and boom all in one sweet adrenaline rush of a moment the hunt was over and the deer lay dead in his tracks, just fifty yards in front of me. Of course they say you should wait a bit to walk up on them, but I was there standing over my first buck within a matter of seconds. As I looked over my deer, I noticed a spot on the ground where something had broken the ice, and sitting right next to it was a perfectly mushroomed bullet lodged in the ground. So not had I only taken my first big buck, but I had also found the bullet too. I was ecstatic, and in my moment of joy I decided to run down to where my dad was sitting to give him the news. As I think about it today, I probably ruined his hunt, but I think he was ok with it when he saw the deer I had shot. So I after we inspected the deer and took a few pictures, I got my first lesson in the art of field dressing. As excited as I was I didn’t know that when your not careful and you cut to fast, you can sometimes cut things that smell like a hot porta-potty and make you gag. After a few gags that turned into laughs we walked back to the truck to come pick up my deer. I was the proudest thing you ever did see when we went to show my grandparents what I had shot. It was a feeling like you are on top of the world, and no one can take your moment from you. I forget sometimes the things that make you feel this way, but then again that’s why we live to hunt.

Kevin Paulson

Kevin Paulson is the Founder and CEO of HuntingLife.com. His passion for Hunting began at the age of 5 hunting alongside of his father. Kevin has followed his dreams through outfitting, conservation work, videography and hunting trips around the world.

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