First off, Id like to thank the members of this site who have helped me in my short hunting career. I do not come from a hunting family and through this site and a few buddies I have taken up this wonderful activity.
Friday evening I found myself and two hunting buddies headed for Kamloops from the lower mainland. As we drove up with Carrie Underwood blasting we pulled into our motel where we got comfortable in our room and scoured over maps and ariel photos of our possible hunting grounds. We decided that a group of cut blocks behind a hill backing on to a lake would be our preferred morning destination. My buddies uncle said the place held a few bucks and that there was good sign in the area. Saturday morning at 5:00 we packed our gear and did a quick timmies run and off the the fsr we were headed. As we pulled off of the pavement we turned off the Taylor Swift and rolled the windows down. Light snow fell as we saw a few deer feeding in the field by the highway. It was to dark to see any antlers and we decided to keep driving up the dirt road. The cold air nipped our cheeks as the sun broke over the horizon, I had a feeling it was going to be a good day. We have been planning this trip for months and we all got the long weekend off school and work to make it happen. As we climbed the mountain slowly cruising we found a few deer tracks in the frozen mud, they were old but still a good sign to see. The trucks tires crushed the ice puddles as we continued to ascend the hill. We were coming to a hairpin turn along the main road and my buddy says "Buck!" There he was, standing on the side of the road. I slipped out of the truck and loaded my rifle. My breath swirled in the brisk mountain air as I raised the rifle to my cheek. Life turned slow as my peripherals narrowed. I lined up the crosshairs in the boiler room and squeezed the trigger. The adrenaline numbed the bark of the rifle. The deer kicked out its hind legs like a bull at a rodeo and vanished into the brush. I chambered another round as the deer disappeared. I turned to my buddies who were all grins and did a mini fist pump. As I walked up to where I had last seen the deer, I saw bright red blood lining the shrubs off the side of the road. I planned on giving the deer a few minuets to die, but my nerves got the best of me and I slowly and silently followed the blood trail. As I walked through the thick brush I heard a rustling sound and peered over to see my deer staggering below me. Another quick shot behind the neck put him to the ground. I raised my arms and let out a big "YEEHAW!" the boys soon followed the trail to me and after a few hi fives we gutted the dear and loaded it into the truck. You couldn't remove the smile on our faces as we drove to the meat cooler.
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Originally Posted by coach
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