By Charlie Kudrna
My name is Charlie Kudrna and I am 14, and this was my first year deer hunting. I shot this buck about 8:30 in the morning of the third day of the season outside of Minot, N.D. My dad, my brother and I had taken a prairie trail to our hunting spot when we saw this buck running down the road.
We followed it until the trail ended, then the buck ran and bedded down in a cattail slough. We had parked the pickup and walked to the slough. When we got close enough the buck ran out and I shot it in the front shoulder. We watched where it went down and went back to the pickup and got on the road closest to where it went.
Once we got as close as we could to it on the road we walked to where we thought it was. I saw the deer stand up so we watched and saw the deer bed down again. We had to walk through tall cattails and I couldn't quite remember where it went down. My brother remembered so we went to where he said it was, and there was my buck. It was one the best moments of my life.
-- Charlie Kudrna