Getting my first Deer

Wow! I have been waiting for this moment my whole life. I remember the first time I went hunting. I was pretty young probably around 6 years old. I loved doing stuff with the boys. I remember hiking all over the place and hating it. By the end of the trip some guys from our hunting party had gotten an elk and I being the cute little girl I am, I wanted to throw the elk legs off the cliff. That was the turning point of my love for the sport. I have been hooked ever since then. Since then, I have grown to love hunting for more than throwing animal legs off cliffs. The things that I love about hunting is calling in elk. That is the coolest thing ever. They are incredible animals. I also love being with my cousins. Usually we all have southern tags and so we all meet up on the mountain the night before the opener and camp. It is tons of fun especially since I don't get to see my cousins very often.

Well on to the story of how i got my first deer. I believe that I have earned the title the Ultimate x2. My friends from home have already named me the ultimate for always doing stupid dares and so I think this totally beats that. Well my dad, brother and I each had tags for the summit point ranch down by Monticello. We saw lots of animals but luck was not going our way. My dad should have had one friday night but we couldn't find it or find any blood trace. Well my brother got his cow elk on saturday night. There was a pretty big 6 point elk in the herd that was fun to video. My brother did awesome and it was fun to watch, and needless to say I got to throw the elk legs. Well it was monday morning and my last chance to get one. So I was going to take a smaller one if I could. We saw a few pretty good ones that were in this field that was far away. The big one ran into some trees when we tried to get closer so we continued. We drove past again and noticed that the other one was still there. We decided to go the other way. Just when we were slowing down to turn down this road I spotted a herd of deer, and there he was. My dad and I both jumped out of the truck and got a rest. I took the first shot and hit him. I was shaking so bad. My dad backed me up and shot. I couldn't find him in my scope, so my brother ran over and turned down the power on the scope. Then I found him in my scope again and pulled the triger. click. Oh man my gun had jammed. Buck Fever! So my dad shot again so we wouldn't lose him over the fence. We drove over to find him. We drove up to were we thought he was and started to look all over. I was walking along the fence and no joke like 1 foot away from me the deer jumped up and started trying to run. I totally thought he was going to run over me. As I started running I realized I was the one with the gun. It was really sad cause one foot got shot off when my dad shot the second time. Oh my I have never been so scared in my life. The revenge of the deer! I really thought I was going to get trampled. The hardest thing was to put him out of his misery. So after almost getting trampled and taking the final shot I kind of went into shock. Don't get me wrong, I love hunting but that was a lot harder mentally then I ever thought it would be. Well I am proud to say that I gutted my own deer, with the help of my dad. I also helped my brother skin him. There you have it. The story of my first deer.