First Deer

One of my favorite memories to look back on is the first time I ever killed a deer. It was very early in the morning and it was very cold out. At least that is what my dad told me when he woke me up that morning. I rolled out of bed and began putting on what seemed like ten layers of clothes. When I was finally dressed I could barely move my limbs. We loaded our guns up and the other supplies we thought we were going or might need that day, and headed for the woods. I fell asleep on the drive out there. I woke up when my dad shut the truck off and asked me if I was ready. I jumped out of the truck and we started our mile hike to the ground blind we had set up a few weeks earlier. When we got there it was still dark outside so I just sat there for a while. I was only 12 years old and was bored out of my mind. When the sun finally started to come up the forest came to life. All of the birds started to sing and every once in a while you would see a squirrel on the ground. After a few moments we started to hear gunfire in the distance. It was not that far away so I was getting excited. We sat in that same spot all day. It was going to be dark in about an hour when I saw the first deer. Then I realized that there were two of them. I looked over at my dad and he told me to shoot the bigger of the two. I took aim and fired my first shot. The deer that I did not shoot at was still just standing there so I shot her too. About fifteen minutes later a buck walked in front of me. I looked over at my dad again and he told me to shoot him too. I could not believe it. I was about to shoot my third deer of the day. I aimed as carefully as I could at the heart of the deer. When I was good and ready I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened; I realized that I was out of ammunition. I looked over at my dad and lipped what the problem was. He did not have any bullets for my gun either, and did not have a buck tag. I had to sit and watch my first buck get away from me.