By Josh Reed
-- The day I took my first buck is not what I would consider an ideal hunting day. It was the last day of Ohio's muzzleloader season, and all I wanted to do was be in the woods. So I tried to get my dad to go with me like he said he would, but by the time I had got him up and he got his gear together it was already about 1 p.m.
We didn't get into the woods until about 3 p.m. At this point, I was feeling a little discouraged. I had wanted to hunt all day and to me it seemed pointless just to be in the woods for a few hours. But because I'm dedicated, I dealt with it.
I sat in a treestand where I had spotted two does during the previous day. The stand is located close to a pond and a cornfield. Behind the stand are thick rows of pine trees. My dad was just on the other side of the pines behind me.
It was a very still afternoon. I didn't even hear a single squirrel moving. But I sat and waited. Around 5:30 p.m., it was starting to get dark, and I hadn't seen anything. I was just getting ready to climb down when I happened to see something moving about 40 yards in front of me. It was a buck!
I raised my Knight .50 caliber and squeezed the trigger. I knew I had hit the buck because it dropped its head and charged like a bull into the thicket. I couldn't really see where the buck went, but I could hear it run through the brush. I reloaded as fast as I could and climbed down to go get my dad.
When I walked up to my dad, I told him I had just shot a big buck, but he didn't think it was very big until we found it. To be honest, I didn't think it was as big as it was either. With some handshakes and shouts of joy (mostly from me) we began the fun part - the drag.
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