by Tyler Britt
-- I have been hunting with my dad and Old Buddy (my grandpa) since I was 4 years old, but when I was nine, Dad finally bought me my own rifle and taught me how to shoot. He and I started scouting a field behind our house, and we saw a monster buck and a scrape. Then we found a good tree that overlooked the field for my buddy stand. We found a nice white oak tree and the next day, Old Buddy helped us put up the stand.
On the morning of Oct. 28, 2006, I went with my dad on the Tennessee youth hunt. We put out a scent trail through the field. We had been hunting about two hours when a 4-pointer came down our scent trail. My dad gave me the gun, and I shot and missed. Then about an hour later, a 6-pointer came down the same trail. My dad handed me the gun, and I shot and missed again. After that, we had to go home. I really thought I would never kill a deer.
When we went back the next afternoon, my dad cut some limbs down so I could get a better view, and I put out another scent trail in the field. We sat and watched for what seemed like forever and did not see anything. Then, about fifteen minutes before it would be too dark to see the field anymore, I asked my dad if we could get down. He said, "Wait just ten more minutes, buddy."
I answered, "Okay," and not one minute later, I saw a doe. Once again, I shot - - and missed. Just then, a huge 10-point buck stepped out into the field, and my dad handed me the gun again and this time I shot and did not miss!
I was so proud that I killed him, and I was so glad that I missed the other three deer. I got the head mounted and had the meat processed. The meat was real good. We ate deer chili and deer burgers from it. That hunting trip was the best day of my whole life and will always be my favorite, but next year, I hope I kill an even bigger deer!