ORIGINAL: indian10

Here's the story of my first deer...

It was opening morning of the PA rifle opener. My dad and I walk up onto the hill that our family (grandpa, uncles, cousins) always sits on for atleast the first few hours. We picked a nice lower corner that sits adjacent to the edge of a large christmas tree patch. We always see at least one deer running somewhere in this area and he figured it would make the perfect spot seeings howI was just ayoung hunter. Well we gotsat down at about 7:00am and had only been sitting for about ten minutes when we heard two shots coming from the christmas trees. We heard brush andsticks snapping soI got myself ready. SUddenly a very respectably five point burst through the brush, saw us, and stopped dead in his tracks (no pun intended). My dad whispered "Take your time." but before he could finish the sentence i was on the deer and made the shot. Thebuck dropped right there. We waited a few minutes and then walked over to recover my deer. As we were admiring my buck, the man who had shot the first fewtwo times walkedthrough the brush andover to us. He wanted to know ifI had killed the deer andcongratulated me. It was nice meeting him, even though this was our private land. This happened many years ago but it still feels like yesterday. It was a greatexperience.