This year I got my hunting license and hunted for the first time ever. During my hunter safety class I shot a gun for the first time, hitting the bullseye three out of five times with a rifle. My dad gave me his 16 gauge shotgun, the same one he shot his first deer with almost 40 years ago. He and I hunted together opening weekend at the end of October. I didn't go out again until the Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning before Thanksgiving. I didn't see anything Monday, but after less than an hour on Tuesday morning I managed to bring down a beautiful eight point buck.
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| The mighty hunter. |
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| Too big to hang from the tractor! |
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| Such beautiful symmetry... |
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| All eight points on display. |
We took him to Agway to get weighed -- 126 pounds dressed! And yes, I did the field dressing myself; Bryan was at home getting the kids on the bus. Of course, when we were out everyone assumed Bryan had gotten the deer, even though I was the one wearing hunting gear.
The father of one of Bryan's friends from high school has been hunting successfully on our property since we've owned it. This year he's hunted here more than I have, but hasn't gotten anything yet. He was nice enough to come over to help me process the buck. Now the freezer is full of delicious venison, and I even ground my own venison burger.
I'm still excited over my first deer ever, and I bring the subject up every chance I get. I've been bragging about being a super marksman since my gun only has a bead sight -- no scope or anything! Bryan's facial muscles have gotten a workout from all the good-natured eye rolling he's been doing.
We're all enjoying eating the meat, too. Every night at the table while we eat, we say thank you to whoever made dinner. On the nights we've had venison (so far we've had ribs, a big steak, and the heart) the kids said, "Thank you, Mommy, for shooting the big buck so we can have a delicious dinner." They're just as proud as I am!
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We're proud of you too!
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