My First Hunt

It was a warm mourning in the woods. At about 6:00 my hunting partners woke me up. Today was going to be my first hunt so I hopped right out of bed in a flash. I grabbed my ammo and my 270 feather-weight and headed for the other tent where my dad was cooking the mourning steaks. It snowed about three inches through the night and I was amazed at the sight of me with a rifle in my hand and not being watched by anyone. I felt like a man. I put my gun in the four wheeler and went to eat some grub.
I couldn't eat much because I was so ready to go. We ate leftover steak from the night before. It was very good but I passed up seconds as the bubble in my stomach grew. I thought to myself if I really wanted to kill such a strong animal. The thought didn't last long and I was soon on my way walking through the woods to the trail head. On the way there I saw tracks from the night before. The snow had come and the elk were on the move down from the tops of the mountains. I could tell it was a bull track but not one with a group, it was a big satellite bull. It was still snowing and I said to myself I can shoot one tomorrow if I don't have any luck today. My dad soon passed me up on the four wheeler and parked about 100 yards ahead of me at the trail head.
The year was not a big snow year and the elk were still up high so they hadn't been pressured at all so far this year. The days were getting shorter and they were counting down the days till summer. No one we had talked to had gotten anything except for our camp where they had taken two 5x5 bulls.
My dad waved me to come over to him and he told me to be real quiet. We could hear twigs breaking in the distance. I was real excited but was forced to hold it all back.
Soon we were on our way Chuck was in fount of me and my dad behind me. They were real slow but i wasn't going to pass them because they knew what they were doing. My dead soon got tired and we lost the other two in our group while they went tracking a bull.
My dad was sitting in the park right behind us and we were walking the beaten trail. My dad headed up the hill to find a place to watch the park because there was a stream on the other side. Chuck and I were on our was and he just stopped out of nowhere. He had caught a scent of elk he looked to the left then the right where he saw a cow bedded under a quaky tree. He called me over and said there was a cow over there. I was in complete amazement as I looked through the square foot window in the tree. As he said this the animal got up and sprinted off he had caught scent of up and before I knew anything Chunk and I were running towards the park about 100 feet ahead of us. He hit the ground at the beginning of the park and I did too. I aimed at the last cow in the group of about 15 head I easily pulled the trigger and the animal went down. The back leg was now broken so the animal was slow in getting up. So many things were going through my head. Stories of people tracking animals 15 miles and never finding them. This wasn't going to happen to me, this animal would not suffer at all. I looked down and put another bullet in my Winchester and brought the gun up I shot again at the cow about 150 yards ahead in the quakes. The animal walked about a foot after I shot him again and he was soon out of sight. I was so scared he kept on running up the hill. I ran back to get my dad but couldn't find him. I ran back to Chuck who was sitting on a log. He didn't try to go get the animal yet so if it did get up I could take it because it was me with the license not him. I was on my way up the hill before I knew it. we hiked to the very top of that hill and we started on our way down. The reason why we hiked to the top is because if the animal got up and was wounded bad we would be out of danger because the animal could easily run down the hill and be with gravity than up hill against gravity. We walked upon the cow and you should have seen my face. The cow had been shot in the spinal cord on the second shot and she dropped dead there before she could think about the pain.
I was proud of myself and soon we gutted it. (THE HARD PART OF HUNTING)
Thank you for reading my huntin' story