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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.
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.
