| I'm not the story teller you are, but here it goes... I just shot my first buck this year 09. It was my second time to go out ever!!! The first time i went to this stand at my friends lease with a black powder rifle and did not see a thing, well a couple turkeys way out of range. I still loved the feeling of being out in the woods by myself, it was very peaceful. The next time I went hunting, I went with my AR-15, I know some people say this is not the best deer rifle, but it is all I had. So we get up way before sunset and ride 4-wheelers to the other end of the section. My buddy points me toward the tree line and says go find the tree blind. Yea, it was pitch black and that thing was camo! So after about 20 min of searching the woods I found it. I perched myself up there and watched the sun rise. Three hours later I was like "crap not again" I had not seen a thing. Suddenly I see a deer. It walks down this path in front of me, but then it goes out of the woods to the clearing blocked by trees from my view. My buddy had already given up and I hear a HEY LETS GO! on the radio. I'm like oh crap and turn it off as quickly as possible. My buddy is coming up the road on the other side of the clearing and sees the deer too! It finally comes to a clearing about 100 yards away from my stand and I don't hesitate. I shoot right for the heart with my open red dot sight and the deer jumps about 10 feet in the air. I am like dang I missed. My buddy got to watch the whole thing. The deer ran behind me, so we waited a while then started tracking it. It only made it about 50 yards and fell over dead. I had shot it right where I was aiming. It ended up being a small yearling buck but dressed at 107lb and had a little 6pt rack. Most would pass on this as I probably would now, but I had to get my first kill. |