This year was my first year hunting. 3 babies ran in front of me at the crack of dawn and my heart started pounding, but I let them pass. Then at 9a.m a nice size doe came in at about 50 yards. I was borrowing someone's gun and it didn't have a scope. I missed. Actually I clipped it because we found some fur, but I was PISSED! For one, I don't want to hurt an animal for nothing, and 2nd, who knows if I'd see another one the rest of the weekend. After mid day lunch, we went back out and all of the sudden bambi and his mother come walking out in front of me, only this time 80 yards away. So clearly I shouldn't take the shot because I missed earlier from 50, right? But it was my first time and I was eager to get something. So I take aim and POW, my first shot missed, but the mother didn't run, only looked up startled, wondering what that noise was. So I rack my 12 gague and take my time, aim, POW, missed again, but still the doe stayed still. I reach in my pocket for my last shot gun shell. I call it my Barney Fife bullet. I load the shell and tell myself, Sealybobo, this is your last shot. I make sure I'm aiming for the heart. I take the shot, and KABLAMO, the deer falls right to the ground. Perfect shot, right? Not exactly. I was aiming for the heart and it turned out I hit it right in the brain/head. Lucky shot too because I didn't mess up any of the meat, and most likely the poor thing didn't feel a thing.
But then the baby kept sniffing around the mother. It was so sad. All the other hunters said the baby would be fine because this time of year the mother usually abandons them anyways, but it was hard to accept. Why did I shoot a deer who was with her baby? What the **** is wrong with me? To make it worse, when I gutted her, milk poured out! She was still feeding the baby milk? OMG!!! Then the baby actually comes up to about 30 yards away from me. I'm wispering to it, GO AWAY, beat it! But it won't. Its looking at me like, "why did you just shoot my mom". I wanted to cry. If I had another shell, I would have killed the baby too because I felt sorry for it. Plus they are good eating. But instead I shined my flashlight on it and that made it run off.
Then I sat down and just thought about what had happened, and I started laughing uncontrolably. I can't explain why. It must have been my adrenaline. Anyways, I'm hooked. But next year I'll have a scope, be more selective/patient and practice with the gun before I go out.
The other hunters all of the sudden treat me a lot differently. They talked to me more. For years I would go with them, but I was only camp *****. I cooked, kept the fire going back at the cabin and helped anyone who shot a deer gut it and bring it back.
Anyways, the meat I got is unbelievably good. Not gamey at all. Lean, tender, etc. I can't wait to get another one next year. Hopefully a buck. 8 points or better is the rule on my buddies property. He has 350 acres. He leaves 50 acres of it to the deer. You can't hunt on it. That way the deer have a sactuary where they feel safe year round. Good times!