one time when i was 5 or 6 , my dad got a buck one morning. he took me with him that afternoon. a really wide 7 point walked out and i was telling my dad "you gotta shoot it daddy" but he couldnt.
another time when i was 7, 9 does were out in the field and 8 of them went back into the woods. my dad didnt see the one that was still out there even though i was telling him it was (this was during the muzzleloader season) when i finally got on it i just couldnt make the shot ,i was shaking to much
when i was 9 two bucks walked out during the youth hunt(a spike and a 4 pointer) when they started fighting two more came (another spike and a 5 point) after a while a really nice 7 point walks out of what we called the big buck's bedroom he starts fighting with all of them a finally gets within about 75 yards and i relax and take the shot with my mom's 243 rifle, this was on a saturday afternoon. the next day we all went and looked. my dad went and looked in the`big buck's bedroom` but he wouldnt let me look because there were a bunch of briars. he went about 100 yards into the woods and didnt find it. my mom convinced us that i must have missed. that wednesday he was doing some work with the tractor back there and saw a buzzard fly up. well he went about 15 yards past where he went before an saw my buck (missing an eye ewww ) YAY!
the coyotes found it before we did and there wasn't any meat left
i went to school the next day and i was so excited . i was showing off my picture.
all the boys said"you didnt shoot that your brother did"
im just like "i dont even have a brother you idiots"
boys:"then it was your dad"
me:" no it wasnt!":nono:
they thought girls couldnt hunt
but i have been involved in hunting all my life, and i love it:gun1: