... yet unmistakable, like a work of art you know is great even when you don't know the artist" (Carmichel 68). The conditions are perfect for producing a trophy whitetail buck. Dead silence is piercing to the ears. I have become one with nature. Looking across the field I can see a bitter breeze acting as a dance floor for ... Minutes turn to hours and still no sign of life other than my own. In an instant, a small group of does walk into the clearing. I know a buck will soon follow. The pack of deer moves ever so close seeming to be oblivious to my presence. And then, I look up and witness...

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... deer that is etched into the back of my mind and stands out like a sore thumb. It was the biggest deer that I ever killed. The deer is a ten-point buck (male) that weighs two hundred seventeen pounds. It was an experience that I will never forget. My Uncle and I went to deer camp for the weekend. When we got there ... He milled around for a while and ate some corn that I set out that previous weekend. After what seemed an eternity of feeding and fighting for dominance with another buck he finally made it to about seventy-five yards. I knew that I could make the shot, so I lifted my gun t...

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... minutes. Her foot stomping and scraping the ground like crazy and her nose just sniffing way. I, on the other hand, was just trying to stay as still as possible. My heart was heavily beating and it seems like it was getting louder and louder as I tried to get into position to draw back my arrow. It felt as if my ... heart was going to jump right out of me. The shakes then started as the adrenaline rush kicked in and the rate of my breathing started to pick up. I could feel ... that too, but thankful for a safe and successful hunt and for the deer. I cannot wait to go out again and bag...

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... setting, I hear the leaves crackling in the distance and I look in my binoculars and see an enormous ten point buck coming my way. It stops ten yards away. I clumsily put an arrow on my bow and get the deer in my sights. My heart pounding, I can hardly remain still, but I must. The deer must not see or hear me. I exhale and make ... of as the jump from boy to manhood. The Indian used every conceivable part of the deer. They used the skin for clothing in the winter, meat for food, and heart as a good luck charm. They would use the bladder for children's play toys, and they would use the ...

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... went down my spine causing me to shiver. I turned my attention to the road in front of me and, just then, saw a shadow in the corner of my eye. My heart began to race and I slammed on the brakes. The tires yelled in protest, screaming like an enraged bald eagle. I saw a brown creature pass through the first headlamp. I closed my eyes ... of the ditch and onto the pavement. I could see it had a broken neck and two of the legs were dangling by tendons and ligaments. The policeman tagged the eight-point buck for us so that we could bring it to the butcher shop. He then filed an accident re...

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