So my dad has hunted almost his entire life, and so has all the other guys in my family, but i’m the only girl. Having only two daughters, he doesn’t get that “father-son” relationship that every dad wants.

It all started with my boyfriend, michael mcshane:). He’s in love with hunting and always wanted me to go. I thought i would give it a try because honestly it couldn’t be that bad. Well…it really wasn’t that bad because now i love it! I hunt every weekend!

My first experience of shooting a deer, was a spike buck, which isn’t very big. It was ten yards away from me and i hit it. It was dark outside when we were trying to find it and we never did. :(

My second experience of shooting a deer was a nice 8 pointer. My heart was pounding out of my chest and i was shaking so much i couldn’t hold my bow still. I only had three arrows, which was my first mistake and it was almost dark. I pulled back to shoot it and missed. He didn’t even move. I pulled back for a second time and missed again. He flinched a tiny bit. I pulled back a third time, knowing it was my last arrow and MISSED A THIRD TIME! He didn’t even run. Sitting in depression, i looked at the 8 point buck in front of me that i just missed three times and cried. I called my dad and told him to come get me out of the stand.

So now, I’m still waiting to kill my first deer! I know eventually I’m going to get one! But one of the best benefits about all of this is every time my dad is mad at me i say “Dad just remember I’m the closest thing to a son you have!” And for some reason, after saying that everything is better! ;)