The Squeaky Deer by Joe Scott
My name is Joe, I’m 15 and I love to hunt. I’d say I was pretty lucky with my first deer and I’ll tell you why. A little ways from my home in Georgia there is a Wildlife Management Area. I went there in the morning to hunt but I didn’t see a thing the entire time I was there. Later that day I met up with my buddy Jake and he asked me if I wanted to go hunting on his families property.
I have never been to his place and not seen deer there but the sad thing about it was all the deer I had seen were does. I told him I would be at his house around three that afternoon. When I got there we went to this hollow out on his property and he told me he thought some deer would probably come through so this is where we set up.
I set up in a brush blind and began to realize I was very tired from hunting earlier that morning. Well, I fell asleep and I stayed asleep a good 45 minutes. I think I woke up because I heard something but after carefully looking around I could see nothing was there. I stood up to stretch my arms and legs remembering that earlier that season I had saw numerous deer in a spot close to a pond 50 or 60 yards away from where I was. It was getting late and I was nearly ready to just give it up for the day so I walked on over to the spot near the pond.
When I got there I stayed out in the open and inspected a scent trail I had put out when I was there earlier. I looked around a bit knowing my buddy would be coming from his spot any minute. I was just getting ready to sit down to wait on him when out of the corner of my eye comes a “NICE” 8 pointer. I’m standing literally “50 FEET” from it. I pulled up my 20-gage shotgun and grunted well…no it wasn’t a grunt it was more of a squeak…. I was so nervous. I hit the deer and my pattern of the shot bb’s were about 2 to 3 in. I walked back to my spot to wait just a bit because the buck wasn’t quite dead yet.
I went back to get my bag and my buddy Jake comes out of the woods scared as a cat staring at a bulldog. He asks me “what in the world were you shooting at?” Well, I lied, I was actually running back to my spot to get my stuff and he thinks I’ve shot myself. Thankfully this was not the case. I told him “I shot a buck, I shot a buck.” He goes on to inspect it as I finish retrieving my bag. As I’m returning he’s jumping up and down saying “nice 8 Joe nice 8” I got a picture of my deer and we go back to find that his mom has left and taken the truck with her. So we had to go borrow his Uncle Troy’s truck to retrieve my FIRST DEER!!