The Great Hunt This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

     It was six in the morning when I reached my stand. It was a little spooky because it was pitch dark and I was all by myself. I was sitting there thinking that if I saw a big buck I would be happy. When it started to get light I thought I heard a noise behind me. It got closer and closer, and then it sounded like it was right under my stand. I looked down and saw it was a giant monster squirrel!

After that little incident, my heart was pounding. I thought it was going to be a big buck. When I finally settled down again, I heard something else coming. My heart dropped and I could hear it beating. There were a million thoughts racing through my head: Would I get it? Was it big? What would my dad say? I stayed down for 10 minutes before I could see it was a doe. It ate at my pile for another 10 minutes, then she put her head up and ran away.

I don't know why she ran, but in a split second, I had bucks running in my bait. I couldn't believe my eyes. There were three little ones snorting and blowing around by my stand since it was rutting season. They were too small; I wanted a bigger one. I watched them for a while and relaxed. Then one of the bucks put his head up and ran away.

This time I was ready for anything. Sure enough, the other two left; what had scared them was a big eight-pointer. It was about 40 yards away, and it was going to follow the other bucks since that was where the doe was going.

I thought fast. I got out my buck call and snorted a couple times. The buck stopped on a dime. His hormones were raging and he thought I was a buck with his doe. He came over so fast I needed to stop him to place a good shot, so I grunted and he stopped.

I am an experienced hunter, so I had my bow pulled back already. He looked around and then the arrow hit him and he ran. After sitting in the stand for a long time, I got down. My heart was going crazy. I found the blood trail and followed it to him. I was jumping for joy. I gutted him and brought the deer back to the shack, my favorite place in the world.

On that day I knew I would never stop bow hunting. That was the best hunt I've had!

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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