Riner of Harpers Ferry, 7/21/2000
I'm a 15 year old hunter from Harpers Ferry, West Virginia.
Here's my story about my first deer I shot. My grandfather, father,
and uncles have been going to Hampshire County, West Virginia,
where my grandfather had bought some and and put a house trailer
on, to hunt. Well, my grandfather and I made plans to go on a
trip to the house trailer on my Thanksgiving Break for the up-coming
season. It was opening day of rifle season and I had bought a
doe stamp so I could shoot a doe if one happened to wonder near.
I got out in the woods, not too far away from the house trailor
we were staying in, and up jumped, what I saw were 2 or 3 does.
They were too far away to shoot, about 250 yards, with my dad's
.257 he was letting me use. After spotting these deer jump up,
I decided to find a spot close to where I was standing. I sat
down on a medium-sized rock and leaned against the tree behind
About 15 minutes later I saw something out of the corner of my
eye towards a field. Looking over I counted 5, what I thought
were does. From hunting near the location in previous unsuccessful
years, I knew they were going to come into the woods and follow
a trail to a creek below. Knowing this I looked for an opening
between the trees where I felt they were going to come into the
woods at. I propped the faithful gun on me knee aiming in that
direction after making sure nothing was behind the location the
gun was aimed in. The deer started easing into the woods and
I then looked through the scope. As soon as I had a good shot
on the first deer I saw, I took off the safety and BOOM.
The deer I shot starting running strait towards me while the
others stayed in a fright. I aimed at it again. BOOM. I missed
this time, but the shot made the deer turn away from me. It ran
about 30 yards towards the field and dropped. It started to kick
as I got up from my location. The other deer stayed untill the
third shot which ended the hurt deer's life. My grandfather was
only about 300 to 350 yards down the woods from me so I yelled
for him to come and help me since this was my first deer. It
wasn't untill we went to field dress the deer when we noticed
that this was no doe that we both thought it was. The deer was
Being my first deer I shot with my dad's gun he handed it over
to my possession, as his father, or my grandgfather, did with
him. I was and still am very proud of my first deer in a legendary
hunting spot in Hampsire County, WV and that my dad gave me his
gun that I know was one of his most prized possessions.