A Hunter’s Tale: The Search for a Deer
It was early morning, and the woods were alive with the sounds of birds chirping and squirrels scampering. The air was crisp and the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. I had been waiting all year for this moment, and I was not going to let it pass me by. I slowly made my way thru the forest, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
It was difficult to make out anything in the gloom and forest but luckily I had been tracking this deer for days and I knew exactly where he was. As I drew close to my favored spot I raised my hunting binoculars to my eyes and peered through the undergrowth. There, not more than 100 yards away was my quarry. The buck was feeding on the tender new growth of spring and he had no idea that he was being stalked.
I slowly drew my bow back and took careful aim. I could feel my heart racing as I released the arrow. It flew thru the air with a soft whooshing sound and struck the deer in the chest. He let out a loud bellow and started to run, but it was too late. The arrow had done its job and he would not be going anywhere now.
The deer fell to the ground, and I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. It was a beautiful sight, and I was proud of what I had accomplished.
Some folks may not agree with this but it’s more than a hobby to me it’s a way of life. Hunting is more than just a pastime, it’s my passion. I love the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of taking down my prey. There’s nothing like it in the world.
