My parents were always hunting at the ranch, but I never saw the fun in it. One day, my dad took me to go hunting. I was not very happy at first, but then I found out it was for me to shoot my first deer. That evening changed my whole perspective on going to the ranch.
An amazingly awesome buck.
My first deer was a doe, and it was pretty close to me. After sitting in a blind for 2 hours seeing no action, we lost all hope. on the way back, that doe walked right up next to us. It was behine a tree, so it was tricky.
The Best Of My Work
The best deer I shot was an old 12 point buck. My dad and I were on one side of a 200x200 yard field, and the deer was on the complete other side of the field. I shot in right in its heart. to this day I have no idea how I did that.
Today, we are not as available as we were years ago. We do not have as many chances to go to the ranch as we did. I wish, that one day, I could live on that ranch and sell the crops for ammo and other supplies, just for fun.