Hunting has always been a tradition in my family. I am the 4th generation to taking on the tradition. At a young age I was taught how to use a gun properly, and hunt the elusive whitetail buck. After a couple years it was time for me to put the knowledge my dad passed on to me to the test. It was a long season of hunting after having seen a lot of deer. Starting the season on October 1st it was now January 10th, the last day of deer season for the year. Me and my brother arrived in the alfalfa field at about 3:00 in the afternoon. It was one of the coldest days of the year, wind chills were around fifteen to twenty below. It was gonna be a bitterly cold night. We hopped out of the truck and instantly felt the blowing snow hit our face. Pushing across …show more content…
We turned on the mister heater. There was a smell of burning dust that had settled on the heater. In the shack we could here the wind howling like a lonely coyote on a cold night. It was nice to be in the warm wooden structure out of the wind. It almost seemed as if we were almost in our safe house. There was a sense of calmness before the storm of deer started. There first group of deer came out with three larger does and a couple bigger sized fawns. Deer kept pouring out through the windy evening, but nothing that was big enough to take a shot at. There was plenty of deer out in the field to harvest but it was nice to watch them in there natural habitat undisturbed by humans. As more deer came out, now a couple of smaller bucks, my toes felt like there came out of an ice tray and it was getting colder and colder. It was getting pretty dark by this time and we were debating on weather to leave or not, in the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of white that appeared to be a rack. I put my binoculars of the deer as if there was a magnetic force coming from the deer. It only took seconds for me to determine that I would shoot this