Looking up at the stand, my dad and I knew that I had to do this quickly and quietly. I proceeded to take the first few steps and then found myself bear hugging the tree, holding on for dear life. Although I thought I never would, I managed and made it to my stand, and all I had to do after that was wait.
It wasn't more than twenty minutes when three deer revealed themselves in the distance and appeared to be moving toward us. I quietly stood up and prepared my bow. As the deer moved forward, I could hear my dad whispering to focus and "pick a spot". The two does and fawn trotted right under our tree and paused. I took a deep breath and shot at the second doe. She bounded into the air and took off bleeding immensely. I began to worry because I could see my shot was a little high, but my dad assured me I must have hit an artery and that she would die.
Just to avoid any accidents, we waited until the next morning to blood trail. My brother, dad, and I began to search for blood, which really did not take too long at all. After that, it was almost like we tripped over the deer because she had lain down so close to the tree stand. It was a good thing we waited until the morning to look, due to the fact that she most likely did not die right away, and we might have wound up spooking her.
Field dressing the deer and carrying it back to the field was left up to me. Although it was heavy, I got her back and into the four wheeler, after which we then proceeded home. I was met there by some good friends who congratulated me on my first bow kill and took some awesome pictures. The whole experience was incredible, and it would have never been possible if it weren't for my family and most especially my dad, who was teaching and encouraging me every step of the way.
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