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>stories of your first / favorite hunt.
Took my first deer last year at 33. Here's how it went down.
>Hunting Public land with local wildlife biologist buddy.
>Set up behind haybales for cover on field rich in Timothy hay. Watching treeline 100m away.
>First thing in the morning. Unseasonably cold with snow (early Oct).
>Quietly rummaging in my bag for thermos of chicken soup to warm up. Fill a cup, look up. Deer 50yds away.
>Quietly set down steaming cup of goodness, pick up rifle.
>Nice young doe.
>Not shaking but all of a sudden adrenaline is going. Go time. Slowly stand up, rest rifle across the haybale keeping it between deer and I.
>Line up on the boiler room. Breathe in, out. Squeeze. Bang.
>Deer jumps. Two fawns I didn't see run out of the treeline - at me.
>My deer runs fifty yards to the treeline and collapses.
>Fawns run right up to me, squeaking. Weird moment. Then they run back to their mother who just then emerged from the treeline. Sorry I shot your auntie.
>Wait ten minutes. Go to spot where she was standing. Huge blood splatter. And clear trail in the snow. 'track' it to her.
>Perfect shot. Took out the heart and right shoulder. Can't believe she ran that far with no heart, no sternum and no blood.
>Field dress my first deer. Smelled interesting. Weird but good. Natural. Couldn't get over how warm she was or maybe I was just that cold.
>One hour later, grilling her tenderloins smothered in olive oil and Montreal steak spice. Pic related.
>Best meat I've ever tasted.
>Instantly hooked. Spend the rest of the season hoping for a buck. See lots of does but hold off. Get skunked but still a great experience. Shoot six grouse over the next two months. Also delicious.
Can't wait for this fall. Don't care about trophies, just want that delicious venison. So good.
