If you do not already know, my husband is a lover of hunting. He lives, eats, breaths, and dreams about hunting. Hunting runs in his family way back to probably pioneer times. His dad taught him the ways when he was just a little kiddlin. Well, when we got started talking about getting married hunting was a big subject. He would be gone a lot during hunting season and I was not so sure how I felt about that. That was when I came up with the idea to surprise him and take hunters ed. I signed up for the online course and started getting the work done. I finished the online course in the spring but there were not any field days (the final test) available around my area. I had to wait and wait, I would check for a field day at least once a week. Finally I found one in the fall. This is when I broke the news to Jimi that I would be joining him this hunting season. He was very excited and we started target practice and getting me some camo. As the day of the test arrived I was beginning to get very nervous! Low and behold I PASSED!!!!
I got my hunting license just two days before the deer hunt opened. We woke up very early that opening day and ventured out with our good friends Erica and Chad. Jimi and Chad have been good friends since high school and me and Erica are newly friends since her and Chad have started dating. For a while we did not think that we were going to have any luck finding a buck. Erica and I were allowed the first shot since this was our first year hunting. After an hour or two we found a buck, and Jimi told me it was my turn to shoot. This is when "buck fever" set in. I was shaking like there was no tomorrow. I was so nervous that I could not hold the gun still. Jimi had to kneel down in front of me and let me rest the gun on his shoulder to hold it steady. Pow! I shot my deer. Getting over to the deer was the hard part. It was like trudging through a forest, down a cliff, through some mud, back up a cliff, and out through the trees. When we got to my deer he was still alive so I had to give a final shot to kill him. Luckily Jimi did not make me gut the deer this time but I did help pull it out to the truck.
I have one proud husband! Let's just say that hunting might not be my favorite thing in the world, but it gives me and Jimi something to do together. I love seeing parts of the country and mountains that I would never see if I was not hunting. I am so happy to have proof of my first deer. He may be a little guy but I feel very acomplished.
xoxo
Mrs. Carter
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