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Just Passion

KiserBy Jordan Kiser

-- My passion for deer hunting is something that most kids will never experience. Most kids today find it more exciting to sit in front of a television or computer. Many kids think hunting is a waste of time or is too much of a physical challenge. But they just don't know what they are missing.

Hunting is a wonderful way to get out and enjoy what has nature has to offer. There is nothing like sitting in a ground blind and watching wildlife. The fresh air and the sounds of animals are invigorating. Even the packrat that made its way into my blind creates a story to tell when I get home. It's just so amazing how much you can learn by just sitting, watching, and listening.

A lot of kids don't get the chance to do this kind of stuff. Maybe it's because they don't have the land, interest, weapons, or even an idea of where to start. I consider myself very lucky to have the opportunity to participate in such an amazing sport. I wish that most kids could see hunting like I see it. I wish they could put down the remote and explore nature.

I can't take all of the credit though. Without my dad I would be sitting on the couch, too. He got me interested in hunting when I was about six years old!

The Hunt
The air was cool as the ground crunched beneath my feet. "Shh!" my dad whispered as we headed silently into the field toward the blind. We came around a bend in the field extra slow so we would not spook the deer. We crept along the treeline on our way to the ground blind and snuck in as quietly as we could. We sat down and started the heater to keep us warm. I sat and watched attentively. Minutes became hours. I saw nothing. My hope and attention were fading. I looked over at my dad to see what he was doing, and I noticed his eyes were closing.

I just chuckled to myself and turned my head to watch for deer. Nothing for what seemed like hours! Then finally out of the west side of the treeline, I saw some movement. I faintly saw a little head poking its way out of the brush. It only took about four more steps for me to realize that this animal was a doe. Now I do not want you to think that this was just any doe. It was bigger than an average doe! Oh man, it may not have been a buck, but my heart was still pumping fast and hard. It killed me to wait for something else to come by because I had a perfect shot. We did have a reason for waiting though. We figured that a buck of some size would most likely be keeping close to a doe like this.

Time went by and nothing ever followed the doe. I started regretting the fact that I did not shoot the doe. Instantly, worst case scenarios started running through my head. What if this was the only thing we saw all night? What if this was the only deer we saw all season? What if this is my last hunt this season?

I may have been worrying but when I took a quick glance over at my dad, he just had a sly grin on his face. More minutes passed by, and I saw my dad check the time to see how much longer we had. He looked at me and held up a three and a zero. Only thirty minutes left.
After that I started preparing myself for the fact that I would not get a deer that day. But, I guess that I had one ounce of hope in me because out of the same place that the doe came out, my dad had noticed movement.

"Jordan," he whispered. I looked at his hand and it pointed to the exact same spot were the doe came out. At that moment, my hands started shaking. My heart was beating 90 to nothing and my breath was going in and out in big gulps.

"Jordan, get the gun up and ready," my dad instructed. With that he grabbed the binoculars and kept a keen eye on the big buck. I looked through the scope and searched the field for the buck. As I moved the scope to the right, I had a perfect view. At the moment I didn't care how big the buck was. I was fully aware there were only 10 minutes left until shooting hours were over, and the time just kept ticking away.

"Okay, Jordan. Do you have a good view on him?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered in an almost silent whisper. I had waited hours for this deer to come and wasn't going to lose it now by talking loudly.

"Is the safety off?" he continued.

I slowly brought my hand up to the safety to double-check. "Yes," I answered again.

"Okay, then, whenever you're ready, smoke him." When my dad said that I closed my eyes tightly, took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and BOOM!

The deer didn't flinch; it only raised its head and put it back down to take another bite. I looked at my dad, and he quickly said, while reloading the chamber, "Did you line it up with the back of the shoulder?"

"Yeah! Perfectly!" I replied.

"Well I guess he was not affected by it at all! Shoot again." So once again I lined it up and BOOM! I watched to see what happened, and the buck spiraled directly down. I ripped off my face mask and looked at my dad with a smile so big I thought both of our faces were going to break!

I guess we both had the same thought because we did what I enjoy the most. Right then and there my dad gave me the biggest hug a father can give his daughter.

Jordan Kiser
Emporia, Kansas

By gbradley @ Friday, January 04, 2008 10:39 AM
Nice deer. Im 15 and I agree with you that kids need to get outdoors more and that some of them cant. The ones that have the opportunities think that hunting is boring and it sometimes is but the first time that big buck walks out it is awsome.

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