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My first buck by Phillip Delagardelle
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My name is Phillip Delagardelle i'm 16 from Dunkerton, Iowa. I started hunting when I was 9! My cousin Brett got me started on hunting, and I've been hunting ever since. I went Youth Season hunting when I was 12, I shot at allot of deer, but could never seem to hit one.
I went Youth hunting for 2 years, then gave that up, and started bow hunting. I went 2 years, and still, haven't gotten a deer. I was starting to get very frustrated with myself, but Brett always said, "don't worry your time will come", and that time did come on October 11th, 2002.
It was a very calm day; the temperature was in the 60's. It was pretty hot to be hunting, but Brett and I went out anyway. I went to my stand, and Brett went to his. We both got to our stands about 4:00 PM. Right away when I got up into my stand, I noticed a deer coming out of the non-picked cornfield, it was a doe. So I just sat there and waiting patiently for something else to show up, well about 2 hours past, and nothing else came out into the field. Finally just before sunset, I noticed a nice little button buck coming out of the non-picked cornfield, following the button buck, was a little 5 pointer. I have been waiting for a long time to get a deer, so I told myself the first antlered deer that comes within range I'm going to try and take.
Well it stayed about 30-40 yards for a long time, I told myself, don't shoot unless its under 20 yards. The deer wouldn't come and it was getting dark, I turned and faced directly behind me and blew my grunt call thinking the deer would go back their and go right under my stand. Right after I brought the grunt call down, then he started coming, and that's when the buck fever started to kick in. I slowly brought my brand new Hoyt bow to full draw. By the time I drew the deer was standing about 5 yards from the base of my tree, so I settled my pin, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the release. Thud!! I hit him, but the shot wasn't good at all, I hit him right in the gut. The deer trotted off, and stopped for a long time, that gave me time to find my hole, and see where I hit him. I met Brett out in the picked cornfield, and told him that I just shot one, but made a wasn't sure of the hit. He said since the deer went into the cornfield about 100 yards away, we could sneak back in their with some flashlights and a spotlight. So we went back to the truck, and grabbed the lights.
We couldn't find any blood right away, so we decided to walk along the cornfield, but didn't find any blood. So we said lets let it rest, so we snuck out of there, and came back early the next morning. Right away the next morning right when we got down there, we found a big puddle of blood, and that's where it stopped and looked at me. We then started tracking him into the corn. The trail got really thin, so we decided to walk along the cornfield edge to see if we could find blood where he went in, and we found some this time. We had an arrow that we kept marking where the found blood, and Brett told me to go get it, and bring it over to him. The arrow was about 50 yards away, so I ran over and grabbed it. When I was going to get the arrow, Brett walked into the second row, and found the deer.
Right when I got back with the arrow, he said let me see it and he took it and stuck it in the ground and said "congratulations". I had no idea he found the buck so I had no idea what he was talking about. So I stepped into the cornfield, and almost stepped on him. I couldn't believe it my first deer that I have been waiting so long for, is finally dead right in front of me. Brett told me to grab him and drag him out so we could get a good look at him, so I immediately did so. We sat there and looked at him for a little bit then Brett said "now the fun starts" and whipped out his knife. He handed me the knife, and flipped the deer over and started to guide me of field dressing it.
So we drug him back to the truck, and loaded him up to take home, and show off. I was so proud of myself, so was Brett and my parents and relatives. It was a hunt that I will never forget!! This deer is not the biggest deer in the world, but it was just a start for me. I have been waiting so long to get a deer, and this one, was the one for me. I just hope this isn't the last deer I get to harvest with my bow.
Phillip Delagardelle - 15 years old - Dunkerton, Iowa
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My first buck by Phillip Delagardelle
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My name is Phillip Delagardelle i'm 16 from Dunkerton, Iowa. I started hunting when I was 9! My cousin Brett got me started on hunting, and I've been hunting ever since. I went Youth Season hunting when I was 12, I shot at allot of deer, but could never seem to hit one.
I went Youth hunting for 2 years, then gave that up, and started bow hunting. I went 2 years, and still, haven't gotten a deer. I was starting to get very frustrated with myself, but Brett always said, "don't worry your time will come", and that time did come on October 11th, 2002.
It was a very calm day; the temperature was in the 60's. It was pretty hot to be hunting, but Brett and I went out anyway. I went to my stand, and Brett went to his. We both got to our stands about 4:00 PM. Right away when I got up into my stand, I noticed a deer coming out of the non-picked cornfield, it was a doe. So I just sat there and waiting patiently for something else to show up, well about 2 hours past, and nothing else came out into the field. Finally just before sunset, I noticed a nice little button buck coming out of the non-picked cornfield, following the button buck, was a little 5 pointer. I have been waiting for a long time to get a deer, so I told myself the first antlered deer that comes within range I'm going to try and take.
Well it stayed about 30-40 yards for a long time, I told myself, don't shoot unless its under 20 yards. The deer wouldn't come and it was getting dark, I turned and faced directly behind me and blew my grunt call thinking the deer would go back their and go right under my stand. Right after I brought the grunt call down, then he started coming, and that's when the buck fever started to kick in. I slowly brought my brand new Hoyt bow to full draw. By the time I drew the deer was standing about 5 yards from the base of my tree, so I settled my pin, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the release. Thud!! I hit him, but the shot wasn't good at all, I hit him right in the gut. The deer trotted off, and stopped for a long time, that gave me time to find my hole, and see where I hit him. I met Brett out in the picked cornfield, and told him that I just shot one, but made a wasn't sure of the hit. He said since the deer went into the cornfield about 100 yards away, we could sneak back in their with some flashlights and a spotlight. So we went back to the truck, and grabbed the lights.
We couldn't find any blood right away, so we decided to walk along the cornfield, but didn't find any blood. So we said lets let it rest, so we snuck out of there, and came back early the next morning. Right away the next morning right when we got down there, we found a big puddle of blood, and that's where it stopped and looked at me. We then started tracking him into the corn. The trail got really thin, so we decided to walk along the cornfield edge to see if we could find blood where he went in, and we found some this time. We had an arrow that we kept marking where the found blood, and Brett told me to go get it, and bring it over to him. The arrow was about 50 yards away, so I ran over and grabbed it. When I was going to get the arrow, Brett walked into the second row, and found the deer.
Right when I got back with the arrow, he said let me see it and he took it and stuck it in the ground and said "congratulations". I had no idea he found the buck so I had no idea what he was talking about. So I stepped into the cornfield, and almost stepped on him. I couldn't believe it my first deer that I have been waiting so long for, is finally dead right in front of me. Brett told me to grab him and drag him out so we could get a good look at him, so I immediately did so. We sat there and looked at him for a little bit then Brett said "now the fun starts" and whipped out his knife. He handed me the knife, and flipped the deer over and started to guide me of field dressing it.
So we drug him back to the truck, and loaded him up to take home, and show off. I was so proud of myself, so was Brett and my parents and relatives. It was a hunt that I will never forget!! This deer is not the biggest deer in the world, but it was just a start for me. I have been waiting so long to get a deer, and this one, was the one for me. I just hope this isn't the last deer I get to harvest with my bow.
Phillip Delagardelle - 15 years old - Dunkerton, Iowa
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