When I was around eleven years old I wanted to go deer hunting more than anything else I could remember. There was one problem my dad would not let me go with out a hunter's safety certification. So that year I enrolled in a class and got my certification. That first deer season, for a reason I can not remember wasn't able to go hunting, and by time the next season came I had "buck fever" quite bad. So how did my youthful exuberance turn in to apathy?
That next year came and I got my license and deer tag, and the night before the opening day I couldn't sleep. Even though I knew I needed as much sleep as possible to be able to get in the field at dawn and function enough to see and kill a deer. I finally got to sleep and the alarm came soon enough, so Bobby, my brother-in-law and I set off to the field.
So after four years of no results I feel like it's a waste of my time, this by no means has turned me against hunting I just haven't wanted to take the time. I liked hunting when I went and I enjoy shooting firearms, I just haven't had the exuberance I did before.
The next year my dad went with me for the first time, and with dad going it made my excitement almost as high as my first hunting experience. Again I didn't kill a deer and after three years of hunting with no kill I was really getting discouraged.
Not too long after I awoke from my short nap, I only dozed off for a minute or two for it was too cold to fall asleep soundly, Bobby came and said it was too cold and they would be bedded down, so we should walk and "jump" one. To make a long story short I never got the deer that at the begining of the day I could almost taste, but I still enjoye
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