By Kyle Haneline
Every morning, when I got up for school, I wished that I was in the woods with my dad deer hunting. When he told me that the youth hunt was next weekend, I was so happy I went to bed early because we had to get up early in the morning. My dad woke me up early Saturday morning and I jumped out of bed to get dressed in my coveralls, blaze orange hat and vest.
Then, I went downstairs to find my dad, who was also getting dressed. I told him I was ready, so we grabbed my 20-gauge shot gun and slugs. As we walked to the stand, I was hoping I would get a big buck that morning.
I got a doe, so my dad and I took her back to the house to clean her. We went back out this time to a different stand—one my dad and I had built—and again, I was hoping for a big buck because my dad hadn’t gotten one yet. We got in the stand and about 15 minutes later my dad told me to get my gun ready. I turned and there the buck was, about 15 to 20 yards away from us.
I looked through the scope and my dad grunted at him. The buck stopped and I shot him, the he ran out of sight. We waited about fifteen minutes to pick up the blood trail, and found the buck 120 yards from our stand. He was so big!
I was happy I had taken my first big buck at age eleven. My dad was so happy for me that he said he would have the head mounted for me. I can’t wait to get it back so I can hang it in my bedroom to show everyone my big buck. I love to deer hunt just like my dad.