A little late, i know. Anyways, i know why most of us hunt, for the meat of course. Im not really asking that though. Here is my little story.
So i have been hunting since i was about 11, was able to hunt with a rifle since i was 12 after taking the Hunter Safety Course. I am now 20. The reason i hunt is for the experience (and of course the meat, the best part). Me and my dad have like next to no relationship, even though i lived with him nearly my whole life (i moved out when i was 17 to live on my own). So hunting is nearly the only thing we do together and the only real time i spend with him and have conversations. Even though 90% of the time you are alone in the woods.Nothing beats that feeling of getting up early opening day, ready to take on the world. But enough of that, there are so many reasons why we love hunting and the outdoors. Now that im over 18, own many of my own guns and gear, i have been out hunting for damn near everything that tastes good and being more patient. As in 8-10 hours sitting, and it pays off.
So 8 years later, i ended up getting my first deer. Where i live its buck only for the first week, then the first saturday doe also opens up. I bagged the doe on that saturday. I actually seen the same one 4 days prior, it came up to me with a smaller one and saw me crouch back down and heard the safety click back on when i realised it wasnt a buck. This was when it ran right up to me, it made a wierd ass grunt/bleat and took off. Reason i know its the same one is because 150 yards next to me another guy got the smaller one that was with it just 5 minutes prior. He shot, i waited for him to miss and it come my way (he was in my original spot) and it didnt. I was kicking myself for not being in that spot. I turn around and bam, standing out there just eating stuff. Heart shot, didnt suffer what-so-ever. I was so happy it was crazy, i was also so thankful. I confirmed i got the kill, then let it lay there in peace for a bit to make sure its gone while i waited for my dad.
Looks smaller but its just because its all covered up. It was a nice sized doe.
When my dad walked up to it there was no obvious wound. No blood pouring out, just a couple drops on the ground but nothing on the fur. Just a little bit of fur disturbed. He looks and says "What did it have a F****ing heart attact?"
Now the good stuff, sticks, pepperjack bologna, garlic bologna, steaks, hot sausage, summer sausage, and burger.