My first hunting experience was two years ago. My Dad took me on a hunting trip in Bancroft Ontario. We hunted with some other people that we new such as my uncle and my grandpa and a few others who new the area well all together there was about thirteen of us. I was new to the whole hunting thing and didnt really know what to expect. We spent the night at my uncles house and woke up at about 4:30 in the morning so that we could get to our watches just in time for sunrise. Since it was my first year I stayed on watch with my dad. My uncle and one of the other guys from the group ran the dogs through the bush and it wasnt long before we heard some crashing and banging coming through the bush at us and sure enough it was a deer. A big doe and a fawn poked their heads out around the tree. 
We sat quietly waiting for them to move in closer. Finally she turned perfectly broad side of us and my Dad took a shot. Unfourtanatley he missed and they ran off. Even though he missed it was still nice to see one and get some excitment, It really gets your heart pumping. We didnt end up getting anything that weekend but I really enjoyed it and knew that I would really like to go again.
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