The Hunt
by Dylan Crosson
November 19, 2009
It was a cold, peaceful
winter day in the early afternoon. No sound could be heard as
a couple of friends and I sat perched on top of a hill overlooking
a creek and an open field. We hadn’t been there for longer
than ten minutes, but everything was still and it seemed that it
would stay that way forever. Then, out of the trees, in what seemed
to be a stampede came about ten deer, unaware and unsuspecting of
the five humans sitting just fifty yards. All armed and ready
with high powered rifles. All, you know what, broke loose as
soon as the deer came out of the trees.
It felt like everyone let out their first
shot at the very same time, and they all missed. Everybody
reloaded and shot again as soon as they could, that is everybody
but me. My gun was jammed and I couldn’t shoot. I sat
there for about twenty seconds, telling my gun where it could go
while shots rang out all around me and deer ran everywhere.
Finally, I got my gun back in working order. When I
looked up there was a deer running back to the creek with a couple
of bullet holes in it and a broken leg flailing around. There
was also another deer lying in the field already killed.
Obviously, my friends were having a lot of fun.
However, I had not had any fun yet, and by this time many of
the deer had run off. It looked like I was not going to get a
kill that day.
At that moment, a doe ran out into an empty
field about two hundred yards away. It was mine! I
knelt to the ground and rested my gun on my knee. I eased it
up to my face and looked down the scope. Then, I put my
finger on the trigger and eased off a shot. It was a miss.
The deer just sat there even after a bullet had just landed
about a foot from it. I put in another bullet, not believing
how stupid this deer really was. I repeated my routine, but
this time the bullet caught the deer just above its shoulder.
It hunched up and fell over right where it stood. One
of my friends said “Nice shot”, and I said “Yeah, I know.”
Just after I completed my kill, another one
of my friends wounded another deer. It went down and was
kicking and screaming for a while before he put it out of its
misery. When this fourth deer was killed all the others had
fled and it was back to peace and quiet.
It was a successful hunt. About ten
deer had come out of the trees, and we had killed almost half.
As we drove around picking up the deer, I felt pretty happy
about my shot. We took the deer back to the house to take
pictures with them. There, we have some deer antlers that we
have found, and I went and grabbed them. I held them up to my
deer, a doe, so it would look a little better. It actually
looked pretty real. It was a good ending to a good
hunt.
