I've been going hunting with my dad for the last 3 years, with no luck. The rule was I wasn't allowed to hunt by myself until I got my first deer, which by this point I thought was never going to happen.
Well on Thursday we headed up to our lease in Kendall County. We got there at 2:00 p.m. and were in the stand by 3:00 p.m. I was expecting to sit there for hours without seeing anything, like usual. To my surprise, I saw movement in the trees only about 30 minutes later. I picked up my binoculars and it turned out to be a doe. I whispered to my dad, "I see a deer!" He picked up his binoculars also and he said, "He's legal, he's a shooter!" Turns out we had spotted two different deer lol. So the doe walked out with the buck following her. Dad asked me if I wanted to shoot the doe or the buck, and of course I said the buck. I picked up my rifle and aimed. The buck stopped and stood at the perfect position.
I was shaking, and all of my senses were going haywire. The doe's still walking, there's a hog walking towards the deer, and there's a big squirrel climbing down the tree next to us. That is what I remember. I remember the sound of the gun when I pulled the trigger, but I don't actually remember pulling the trigger or the gun kicking back. And then I heard my dad say, "You dropped him! He's down, you killed him!" When I looked back through my scope, I can see a set of antlers almost hidden in a patch of grass.
We waited about 10 minutes and then we climbed out of the stand and went to get him. Turns out I hit him a little higher than I was aiming and I broke his spine. When we were cleaning him, we actually found the bullet lodged in his back bone. He's a 9 point with a 14 inch inside spread, and I couldn't be happier with him being my first deer.
We got in the stand at 3:00, and I shot him at exactly 3:40. I know, I shouldn't expect the hunt to happen this quickly in the future. What an awesome day to share with my dad.