Well on Saturday a friend of my dads who works with him, my dad and I, went hunting. This was my third time hunting. The first two times I had not gotten anything. So I got up at 3:30 and we headed out. We spread some corn, got everything together and got in the blind about 6:30. Pretty soon three does came out, and we waited for them to get closer in so I would have a better shot. I went for the largest one (of course!), got all sighted in, and a little after 8:00 I killed my first animal. It was one shot one kill. It never knew what hit it. So I’m going yea baby! So we took some pics, went and got the truck, took some more pics, and went and John(my dads friend) showed me how to clean it out.



So after that we went and got some breakfast, then went back to the ranch, took a nap, watched some TV, then headed back out at 3:00. There were some coons in a trap, so I shot those. Then my dad and I went to the blind, and waited for some hogs to come out. Of course we’re just writing emails on our iPhones while we wait, you know really , and roughin’ it out there. J So we wait and wait and wait, and we don’t see nothin’, and it’s getting dark, so we’re just about to give up, when we see a bobcat coming up the road, and I’m thinking, o boy wouldn’t that be a nice trophy! So it’s getting closer, but then it disappears into the brush. But then it came back out again farther up the road, and it started coming towards us, then it went into the brush again. Then it came out really , close to us but it was facing away from us so I couldn’t shoot it. But it went back into the brush again. But then it came out again on a different road, but I didn’t get a chance to shoot it. Then it disappeared into the brush again. But up the road here comes another bobcat, comes and sits down about thirty yards away in the middle of the road just screaming its head off. So I’m waiting for it to turn one way or the other, cause I know it has to turn sometime. Finally it turns and starts heading for the brush, and I start squeezing the trigger and I actually got it! I thought I wouldn’t, but I knocked it down but then it stood up and walked away into the brush, so we emailed John asking him whether or not we should go after it, so he drives up the road and we start to look for it, but the ranch owners son came along and said we should wait about an hour and just let it die, so we went and had dinner, and I’m just thinking O I hope the pelt isn’t damaged and I hope the bobcat died quickly. So after dinner we head back out to look for the bobcat and it turned out it was just a few more feet from where we stopped looking, so it didn’t suffer long, and the pelt turned out to not be damaged, cause the hole was in the stomach, and that’s where they cut the pelt anyways so that was good. So I’m gonna get a bobcat pelt in about 1-2 months. So 4 bullets, 4 kills. It was an awesome day dad, I love ya!










