My dad knelt down calmly, and put my rifle on his buff shoulder. Quickly, I got in position to fire, when the massive animal peered out into the gap.”Maaappp” my Dad sounded. The massive animal froze. I aimed behind its enormous, tan, shoulder “Bang!” the rifle went off…

It was a frosty morning with the wind rustling the bushes. The windmills turned round and round. It was a calm morning. I was about 6 or 7, wiggling around. I just couldn’t stop moving when things weren’t out.

Finally there it was in front of me. A small buck. Anxiously, I asked “Can I shoot it?” But Papa said, “No, it’s too small”. As the hunt went on, we saw an insane amount of activity, but unfortunately, nothing was worthy to shoot. When it was time to leave, we eased out quietly, and as quick as a jackrabbit, we were heading to grab some corn at camp.

Just as soon as we got there, I leaped out of the truck, grabbed my BB gun, and went on to doing my “traditional things”. Right when the shooting was good, my Dad called me in his manly voice saying, “Dylon, come and load up”.

”Oh, Daaad! Just a little longer pleeeeeaaaaassse!?” I moaned.

“No Dylon.” Dad replied.

A few hours later we were back in the stand. Me squirming, Papa sleeping, and nature taking its course. I so was busy of thinking (of Lord knows what), that I didn’t notice that the deer we saw earlier this morning were grazing right in front of me. Until Papa said “Dylon, there’s a doe out there. Do you want to shoot it?”.

“Yes! Yes!” I replied, so I propped  the rifle outside the wind aimed. “POW!” the doe dropped in her tracks.

Excitedly Papa said “You drilled her!”.

I, on the other hand, was so excited, that I had the sudden urge to urinate, so I jumped out of the stand and did my thing.

The next hunt wasn’t as successful, but the afternoon hunt was the bomb. We were

creeping to the stand, and Dad was moments from getting in the stand, when he crept slowly down the stairs and whispered “ There is a monster there over at the protein feeder!” Instantly we knew that we’ll have to stock the monster. My Dad at the front, me following, and Papa staying behind we headed to the protein feeder quietly, but suddenly the corn feeder went off and that monster was heading towards it. Thanks to Dads fast thinking, he saw the gap so I could get the shot. My dad knelt down calmly, and put my rifle on his buff shoulder. Quickly, I got in position to fire, when the massive animal peered out into the gap.”Maaappp!” my Dad sounded. The massive animal froze. I aimed behind its enormous, tan, shoulder “Bang!” the rifle went off. The buck sprinted not using one leg then he tipped over like a bowling pin . “Whoa! Yes! Yes!”I cheered. Dad gave me a high-five  laughing. Papa though, I think more excited than all of us combined. When we finished  celebrating like crazy, we went over to the massive buck. We, then once more, celebrated because of its enormous body. By the time we finished our festival, it was almost dark and time to go to camp. Where, we would celebrate again with the rest of the guys.