That was the most nervous I have ever been while I was hunting. Do not get the wrong idea, because nothing relives stress like hunting. If it were up to me, I would be hunting now. Although my favorite type is deer hunting, I enjoy hunting other types of wild game such as duck, squirrel, rabbit, and dove. Even though I have killed many deer, there is one deer that is etched into the back of my mind and stands out like a sore thumb. It was the biggest deer that I ever killed. The deer is a ten-point buck (male) that weighs two hundred seventeen pounds. It was an experience that I will never forget.
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My Uncle and I went to deer camp for the weekend. When we got there my uncle built the fire while I was setting up the tents. Then, we grabbed the guns out of the truck and sighted them in. This is when I started to get excited. I had just gotten a new 30-06 Remington rifle and it was the first time I had shot it. Even though it kicked like a mule with such brute force that it bruised my shoulder I shot until dark. When night fell my uncle cooked and told stories. He told stories about him and my dad causing havoc on their teachers in school, and about the time that he went squirrel hunting and came back with a deer. It was about the thousandth time I heard them. Finally, I got tired of hearing his stories and I went to bed. .
The next morning my uncle woke me up before the crack of dawn. It was a colder than a well diggers butt outside, but that did not worry us on that December day. The night before, an ice storm came through putting a sheet of ice over the ground and trees trees. We put on our camouflage and I went out to survey the area around camp for signs of animal life. It probably looked like I was running around like a hound dog chasing a scent. Although I was having fun there, it was time to go hunting. While my uncle warmed up the four-wheeler, I grabbed the guns and ammunition.We got on the four-wheeler and were on our way to hunt.