I have been deer hunting in Missouri a couple of times when I was a teenager but never got anything. Now at age 32 I finally decided to go again, this time in Kansas.
A little after 9:00 A.M. I heard my Dad fire twice. He had shot two doe's. So I climbed out of my stand and helped him gut and load his deer into the back of the truck. We were about to leave and take the deer to be processed when I saw a deer up the hill about 75 yards from where we were at.
I told my Dad to shut off the truck and I got out, loaded my rifle, and tried to reacquire the deer that I saw. It was in some pretty thick woods so I had to move around a bit to get a clear shot. My bullet hit him in the neck and the buck dropped.
What luck! I was bummed about having to leave the hunt for the day to help my Dad and at literally the last second, I got my first buck. Although it is by means no trophy, it is still food for the table.
A little after 9:00 A.M. I heard my Dad fire twice. He had shot two doe's. So I climbed out of my stand and helped him gut and load his deer into the back of the truck. We were about to leave and take the deer to be processed when I saw a deer up the hill about 75 yards from where we were at.
I told my Dad to shut off the truck and I got out, loaded my rifle, and tried to reacquire the deer that I saw. It was in some pretty thick woods so I had to move around a bit to get a clear shot. My bullet hit him in the neck and the buck dropped. What luck! I was bummed about having to leave the hunt for the day to help my Dad and at literally the last second, I got my first buck. Although it is by means no trophy, it is still food for the table.
Great! Keep on keepin' on!