I woke up that morning to my brother pounding on my bedroom door. After finally getting out of bed I checked the clock, 5:15 AM. I quickly threw on a few layers of clothes, grabbed my rifle, and walked outside to find my brother waiting on me in the truck. As I got in he said, “Time to get us a big one.”
The fifteen minute drive to our farm seemed like it took forever. When we finally arrived, I grabbed my trusty rifle and walked to the stand. After about thirty minutes of sitting in the stand I could barely feel my toes, and I was kicking myself for not putting on that third pair of socks. All I had to do now was wait for first light so I could spot a big one.
The sun had been up for about forty-five min. before I saw it. I snatched up my binoculars and took a look at the deer, it was a dandy. I waited for it to look away before I grabbed my rifle. Resting my gun on the rail I put the deer in the crosshairs, this was the moment I had been waiting for. With a squeeze of the trigger the gun fired and the bullet found its way home. Dropped in its tracks I had killed my first trophy, a mature whitetail doe.
Ever since that first kill I have been hooked. Deer hunting is one of my favorite hobbies, and I love spending time in the woods learning as much as I can about the deer. My hope is that I will be able to spark your interest in hunting whitetails if you are a beginner like I was that cold November morning, and/or give you tips that will help you harvest that mature, trophy buck. Enjoy!
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