My First Experience
|Bows - Crossbows|
When I turned twelve my dad wanted to constantly take me hunting. I have no clue how many times we went out. My grandfather also took me out on weekdays during Christmas Vacation. It was last year, deer season 2004, in Pennsylvania. It was hard to find a deer because everyone else had taken them down. I hadn't seen a deer yet when I went hunting. My dad wanted me to go out even more so I could see a deer. I really wanted to one. It was getting very distressing and I was about to give up on seeing a deer.
Then, on the last day of muzzleloader season, my dad took me out three times. On the third time, it was around two or three o'clock.
I was waiting in a tall platform on the hillside. Then my dad pointed out a doe standing at the top of the hill. My heart was racing and I was awestruck when I saw it. I was shaking heavily and my dad kept telling me to wait until it got closer, since we only had a crossbow with us.
My dad tried calling it in. It just stood staring. A couple of minutes later it took off down the hill, past the platform, and back into the brush. I was so amazed, and actually somewhat proud, for some reason, that I had finally seen a deer.
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