By Alex Hamborskey

Before I knew it, the 2006 Pennsylvania deer season rolled around. As my father and I walked into the woods, the same smells of the wilderness began to fill my nose, and yet it felt like this day would be an entirely new adventure.
 
The first day out we were not successful. This was my doing because I was looking for that special white-tailed buck. The next day was much of the same. I let all of the deer go, including another buck.

We came back a few days later and walked up around the bottom of a hill and then slowly made our way up a hillside. About an hour later, I spotted movement at the bottom of the hill. I looked and saw what I had been waiting for. It was a beautiful buck!

A minute later, the buck turned around and walked into a clearing. With the crack of the gun, the buck immediately fell. A few seconds later, it stood up and began to run. As the buck ran off into the woods, disappearing in the thick underbrush, we wondered if was going to keep running. 

Thirty minutes passed, and we started tracking the deer. Dad and I walked about 30 yards before finding my buck. As we approached, we saw that it had 10 points with one of its points broken off. 

Thanks to my parents supporting me and my father for guiding me in the woods. With their help I was able to harvest another buck. Another deer season was in the bag.

Alex Hamborskey
Uniontown, PA