She came up to me and said “Hey mister, what if you put a treestand across the field from where the deer comes in also, put a ground blind where it comes in then when it messes with the ground blind that will leave you with a perfect shot.” I couldn’t believe it, his eight year old daughter was smarter than both of us. I tried her plan the next morning, it worked perfectly. I shot the biggest, smartest, most gruesome, grumpy, strong deer I have ever seen. I went back to the ranch, said thanks to the landowner, gave him his gun back, thanked the little girl, then I headed back home with a story no one would
All of the stress I have had on me the past month has been weighing me down. Now when I go hunting think of where I should shoot it for a clean kill. I think what the deer brings me, like the meet, the hide, and the warmth from the hide . I praise the lord now for what he has given me. I have to fill two more tags by the end of second season of deer hunting.
Tom almost fell off the windowsill he was sitting on. None of the other turkeys or animals took him seriously. They laughed about it and then went about their business. Tom realized he had to get away from the farm, and fast! The next day the farmhands were loading a truck full of winter goods for the farmer’s market.
My memory when I was little was when I shot my first deer I was walking back in the woods and me my dad and my dog were sitting there and we didn 't see no deer around or no signs of wildlife but we heard a lot of gun shots around the mountain me my dad and my dog walked back to the truck and we where eating and went to go talk to my mom and when we were coming back from are break. I got out of the truck and walked down a trail and my dad was stayed with the dog in the truck and I was coming back to the truck and I saw something laying down under a pine tree and I found out it was a deer and I took a shot and I think I missed under the leg while it was laying down and it got up and I reloaded so fast that it couldn 't move or run away
Many people don’t know this but, I love to hunt. It is something that my dad and I can bond over. Each year before hunting season we go to our property and clean out our trails to our deer stands. But, one day things took a turn for the worst. It was the ending of September I was 12 years old and we were getting ready for deer season to arrive.
He stayed in the boat until morning when he awoke from the floors of the boat to find himself at Lake Winnipeg. He was eventually found by a native american named little buffalo who was about 16 years old and the two made their way back to the native american settlement. After Bens siblings went home and told told their father the news they all went on a hunting spree for Ben. They finally discovered that their boat was missing and William and John decided to begin their long journey along the Red river. As Ben was visiting he learned the Metis language and culture and while they were walking on a trail a wolverine popped out of nowhere and threatened to attack them.
Deer Hunting As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out since I already went out this morning and stayed up late last night. Before I knew it, my Dad was getting my gun ready and loaded. I then climbed in the Razor with thoughts going through my head like should I really go out with him and not dad later? All dad can thought about is me getting my first deer?
The price of one dog was $25 but Billy wanted two. Billy really wants the dogs so he worked hard to make $50. It took Billy two years to make $50. Another way Billy is determined is he was hunting one night however, his dogs tree a mountain lion. Old Dan barks like wolf.
The crew dropped them off, then left so they would not dispel the animals. They trekked inland where they found elk tracks. They followed the tracks to a field in which the elk was standing. Whitney raised his gun and killed the elk. Whitney did not know what was going to happen to him in the next few minutes; he was about to become Rainsford’s first
This story is about hunting season and how I got my first my first deer. Last year it was getting near hunting season and my grandpa had offered to take me and my sister up north to go deer hunting during the season I immediately said yes because hunting has always been a big part of my life and I love to go hunting whenever I can. The gun that I was going to be using was savage that was the brand and the caliber was 7mm which was a very powerful bullet me and my grandpa call it the DTR gun because it means Dead Right There so when we shoot the deer it’s not going to go anywhere because when people use crossbows and lower calibers gun the deers tend to run at least 100 yards away from being shot before dying. So when we got up north up to the