Payton’s First Buck
It was another hunting trip down in Taylor County Georgia. Me and my dad were following his hunting buddy and long time friend down to his deer camp. We left on Friday afternoon as soon as my dad got home from work. It was a two and a half hour trip down to Taylor County. We got to camp at about 10:00 p.m. We knew as soon as we stepped out of the truck that it was going to be a cold weekend. We found something to eat and then jumped in the bed.
I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and bundled up it was about 16 degrees. We ate breakfast and headed for the woods. My dad’s friend dropped us off at the double ladder stand we were going to hunt and headed to his stand down the road. That morning an 8 point walked by my dad’s friend’s stand. It started off in the opposite direction of our stand so he grunted at it to get it to come our way. I guess he thought that the big boy was after him so he took off towards our stand. We heard him coming and spotted him bolting our way. I threw up my 7mm-08 Remington Model 700 and tried to find him in the cross hairs. It was so thick I couldn’t see anything so I reluctantly clicked my safety back on and watched him walk off. We headed back to camp to eat and get ready for the evening hunt.
After we ate and opened up some more hand warmers we headed back out. I hunted the same stand that I had seen that 8 point that morning and my dad hunted another double ladder stand in some thick pines on the other side of the road. I went all evening without seeing anything. My dad saw a doe and told me that that was the spot he wanted us to hunt the next morning. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to get a shot at a deer. We grilled out steaks that night and headed to bed.
I woke up the next morning and decided that today was the day. I bundled up and my dad and I walked to the stand where he had seen the doe the evening before. After a long walk through the thick pines we got set up in the stand and I knew that this was the place where I was going to kill my first deer. I hunted hard all morning and about 7:43 my dad told me to get ready that here comes a deer. I spotted the movement and found him in my cross hairs. My dad couldn’t see him but I told him that I had him in my cross hairs. I took my safety off and shot. He tucked and ran. My dad asked me if I hit him and I told him that I made a good shot. My dad’s friend called on the radio and asked if that was me that shot and we told him that I had shot a buck. He told us to hunt for about thirty more minutes and let him see if he could kill one.
I was so anxious by the time he got to us. We climbed down and went to where I shot him to look for blood. We looked for fifteen minutes and couldn’t find a drop of blood. All we found was some cut hair and some kicked up pine straw. I knew I made a good shot but I was beginning to second guess myself. My dad’s friend told me and my dad to check some thick stuff and he went back to where we found some hair. He told us that he might have headed for a gully that was close by. He called on the radio and told us that he had found him. The deer headed for the gully just like he thought he would. My deer had run 80 yards. I was so excited when I found out that he was down. We walked to where he was and I couldn’t believe it I had shot an 8 pointer. I had made a good shot right behind the shoulder he was quartering on us so it exited a little far back on the other side. We back tracked him and he didn’t start bleeding until right before where we found him. I was so happy I had finally killed my first deer.
My first deer
11/23/08 7:43 a.m.
Taylor County, Georgia