It was a cool Saturday afternoon. I was out in the woods alone enjoying the peace and quiet. Squirrels were playing in the trees, while the birds were chirping. Three raccoons were feeding at the corn pile about thirty yards away from me. There was a mother and two babies with her. The mother was very protective and attentive of her babies. The slightest noise would cause her to lift her head and check out the situation. While the squirrels were jumping from limb to limb and running up and down the trees, the birds would swoop just under their noses. The birds sounded like they were talking to each other as they whistled back and forth. The sun started to go down and it was getting hard to see. I heard something coming around the corner. When it finally got into sight, I could tell it was an eight point buck. I raised my shotgun very slowly and carefully so I would not scare the deer away. I finally got him in my sights and pulled the trigger. I thought I had hit him, but to my surprise it took off running into the woods.I climbed out of my stand and walked over to where the deer had been standing. As I got closer to the spot, I noticed a trail of blood going into the woods. At that point, I knew I had hit the buck. The sun was almost completely down now and I could barely see. I grabbed my flashlight and went searching for him through the woods. The trails of blood seemed to be leading me around me around in circles for hours. Finally I found a new trail and after about twenty yards of walking I found the deer.By the time I got the deer back to the camp it was almost ten oclock. My friends thought I had gotten lost in the woods and were getting ready to come looking for me. As we were skinning the deer, My friends covered me in blood. It is a tradition that when you kill your first deer you always get bloody. We were all pretty hungry so we cut the loins out and covered them with salt and pepper. We cut them up ...
