My first Deer Hunt

With the firearms season getting set to open next weekend for deer hunting. I thought I would write about my first deer hunt when I was 12 years old. It was 12 years ago that I finished up my gun safety and my dad and mom took me to walmart and bought me my first shotgun. I remember it like it was yesterday and maybe because I still have the gun today. It was a mossberg 12 gauge pump shotgun. I thought the gun was a little big for me but my dad said that if I wanted to go hunting this is the gun he would buy for me. So I did as he said and got my first shotgun. The week leading up to the second weekend of deer hunting I got all of my new blaze orange gear and did some target shooting to get used to my new shotgun. The night before my first day of deer hunting I did not sleep a wink. I was so nervous and excited to go deer hunting that I stayed up all night and kept imaging what it would be like to shoot that first deer. At about 5:30 am on that saturday morning we headed out of our house to meet the rest of our hunting party. The party which included fifteen people ! It was mostly made up of my cousin and uncles and one of my set of grandparents as well. So we met up at the farmsite and figured out who was gonna sit where for the morning and headed out to our stands. I got to go and sit with my uncle in a stand deep down in the woods. We sat down their until about 10 am and then headed back up to the farm to figure out where we would go next. So we then went to some state land and walked that and my uncles ended up taking two deer out of their. I was still waiting for my shot and boy did that make me even more excited to see the two deer they had gotten. After hanging up the two deer we had just got we headed out to a couple of groves to walk. We did not have much luck in their so we decided to do some road hunting and see if anyone else was having any luck. After a pretty slow rest of the day we called it quits until day two. Day two started out the same way with us going to our stands in the morning and then trying our luck at the spot where we had gotten two the day before. No luck this time. So after hitting a few more spots we walked a grove and I got to walk down a fence line leading up to a grove with my dad. The guys walked through the grove and chased a buck and doe out. My dad and I continued walking up the fence line hoping to see the deer. The buck was shot by one of my uncles and the doe was wounded and to my surprise heading my way. I kept on walking hoping that I would get to see a deer and much to my surprise I spotted the doe coming over the hill in the field in my direction. After seeing the deer I got down and waited for the deer to come closer and when I thought it was close enough I fired missing the doe. The doe did not run though it just stood there so I crawled on the ground a little closer and fired again hitting the doe in the shoulder. The doe took off and ran about 20 yards and dropped. I had done it, I got my first deer. I was so excited ! This was the first of many deer hunting adventures. I have gotten six deer since and cannot wait to go home next weekend and do it again.