SUBMITTED By: Taylor Rather
On November 5th, 2005, I was 11 years old and I was going deer hunting. It was the first day of muzzleloader season and every hunter was in the woods by 5:00 am waiting for the buck to arrive.
It all started when we got up at 4:30 in the morning and ate breakfast. We quietly got dressed and sneaked out of the house without waking Mom and got in the truck and headed to grandma’s house. When we got to grandma’s we shone our truck lights in the garden and saw a doe and she ran off. We knew the deers were up and moving. We walked back in the woods and found a place for my brother to sit. We left him there and walked up the hill, we finally reached our spot. A little meadow just over the hill and a stream below us made it a prefect spot. We waited and waited, but no sign of deer. It finally got light enough to where we could see. We waited some more and I had gotten tired and rested my head on my dad’s shoulder and shut my eyes. As soon as I got half asleep a fat yellow bird lands on a limb above me and starts chirping so I couldn’t go to sleep. I got the bird to be quiet and by then I was wide awake. I sat and watched the squirrels gather nuts wishing I could pop one with my 22 riffle. As soon as my dad started hitting the bleat can a cow answered back. It was very funny!! There were birds, squirrels and bugs, lots of bugs, everywhere. My dad dozed off while I watched out.
It was about 6:30 now, my eyes started to get big when I heard something moving in the leaves. It ended up being a squirrel. It was now about 7:00 when I heard something walking thru the leaves, I got my gun ready and looked up the ridge and there stood a BIG buck and my dad told me to get ready to shoot. I watched in shock as the big buck came down the ridge. I put my scope on him and got ready. I took the shot and a cloud of white smoke was everywhere. As first I couldn’t see, then it cleared in a matter of seconds. And there before me about 75 yards away was my first deer. My dad got up as fast as he could leaving me behind. I gathered my stuff and I got over an kneeled down and stared in amazement at my first deer. Then I looked at his rack and counted 8 points. I heard my brother say on the walkie talkie “was that you”. My dad quickly responded back “yes” and told Josh that Taylor had gotten her first deer. My brother packed his stuff up and raced over to where we were at. He was shocked!! I had shoot the deer he was trying to get during bow season. Later that day we took the deer to the slaughter house. We got home so we could tell mom the whole story.
Well, a few months went by and it was about February, I got a late birthday present. It was my deer that my dad had sent to the taxidermist to have the head mounted. He was beautiful!!!!!
Great BUCK!!! GREAT STORY!!!!