I was still shaking and my heart was still pounding as we were climbing out of the treestand. I knew exactly where the deer was standing when I shot it so we went there and we saw blood. We followed the trail of blood to a fence that the deer had jumped over with two shattered shoulders. There was more and more blood as we were walking. There was a bunch of blood on some bushes in front of us so I looked up and saw something tan laying there, then I figured out that it was my deer.
Now the deer hangs on the wall in our living room with my other deer. All the other deer are bigger but I still remember and like my smallest and first deer I ever shot the most. I like and remember it the most because it was the first time I got to go deer hunting with my dad and get to use the gun. Even though I have a whitetail deer with eleven points my deer with the two spikes sticking out of its head is the most important to me.