I shot it. It died. I was excited because I finally got a big buck. All the hours sitting in a blind seeing nothing I finally saw a buck and got it. I was so nervous I was shaking this was a complete different feeling then I had that morning sitting; I thought I was going to miss it by a mile, but I didn’t. My dad and I were freaking out I had a perfect shot and it ran down the hill and died we were running down the hill through snow to see it and how big it actually was. Not every day you get to kill a trophy buck.

Another month before that we were moving stands around and we found this spot along a tree line in between two corn fields about 40 yards from a heavily used dear path. While we were putting it there in a 20 ache timber full of trees and bushes but, by this time it was all bear and had a blanket of snow in it stood a deer. It was a nice 9 point buck. He was brown and had a white tail as white as the snow. He good sized and had a good body and I thought to myself that would be the perfect first buck. I could just picture it hanging on my wall in my room. We finished putting the stand up and never seen any other deer. I remember that deer till hunting season hoping I could get him.

The very long month went by and it was opening day of shot gun season. It was the first day of first season it was cold about twenty degrees and with the wind blowing about zero degrees also there was about a foot of snow on the ground. We woke up before it was light out and got out to our stands. I sat all morning till about 8 and I was freezing and bored and already didn’t want to hunt that day. Everyone went back to the house to warm up and figure out what drives we were going to do that day. We decided to do one of our usual drives to the east. We all went out the lane to go do the drive and we saw the buck again and the guy we hunt with that owns the land said that would be the perfect first buck and it was right by the stand I was going to sit in later that day. I wanted it.
We got to the drive and didn’t get anything, but saw a couple nice bucks but the guys over the fence shot them because they were doing the same drive and we didn’t know it. We didn’t get anything and a fight happened because we and the other people though they both had permission to a place by the fence line between the two property’s. It started to sleet and it was getting colder by the minute and I didn’t feel like hunting anymore. We got all back together and were on our way back and we stopped on the lane by where the stand was and me and my dad decided to sit in the stand even though I didn’t feel like sitting at all because I was cold and it was only one o’clock and I would have to sit there until seven and I knew I would be cold and bored.

We got in the stand. It was a big black plastic hut sitting on wood about 6 foot in the air with 4 windows pointing in every direction. I was there for about fifteen minutes and was already bored. I was as froze as an ice sickle. A half hour rolls past and I fall asleep. I slept off and on for a few hours till about 3 when the action starts. My dad and I were both looking around for deer and we were seeing nothing. I was getting even colder even though I didn’t think it was possible. Then way off in the field in the distance by the other timber we see him.

It was the same nine point I had seen two other times and wanted on my wall. He was 500 yards out but was slowly coming towards us. I got in position right away if he was going to come through the fence. I was already getting nervous and I didn’t even know if I could shoot him or not. I was hoping he would come through the fence and not go down the fence lines like other deer had done before. Another half hour went by and he was getting close to coming through and by this time I was shaking like an earth quake.

He came through and I shot him. He ran down the hill fast injured and stumbled into the ditch. It was like hitting a walk off grand slam in the last out in the bottom of the ninth in the last game of the World Series. When it ran down the hill and died it was like running to home plate with your team crowed around the plate cheering for you and jumping around. When we got down there and I saw it and held it in person was like holding up the trophy you get when you win the World Series.

Now it’s mounted and in my room like I had dreamed of when I first saw it when we  were putting up stands and I get to see it every day.  Every time I look at it hanging on the wall I think of that day when I shot it and it ran down the hill and died.  Now when I hunt and I am cold and don’t feel like hunting or am bored and haven’t seen anything all day  I think of the time and remember that at any time a big deer might come   out and just gut it out.  I’ll never forget the shot it was one of the best and happiest moments of my life.