I, personally, knew nothing about killing deer. I considered the image of me taking an

animal's life. Would I feel guilty if I had the opportunity to shoot the gun that lay encased

at my feet? My grandpa ruffled my hair and chuckled at me while asking me to help him

unload the truck. Maybe my grandpa, a true hunter, had once pondered similar

sentiments. As the other men and I unloaded the last cooler of food, I thought, hear I am,

one of the guys-ready for action- ready for this right of passage.

There were moments of waiting. I thought of the warm, comfortable trailer as the cold

morning's breeze struck my face. The fog was an obstacle to my sight, but it felt warm to

my bare face. As the horizon began to glow with bronze sun rays, the minuscule water

drops danced over the grass creating a landscape full of nature's rainbows. The rotten

wood that served as my stool had slimy moss growing on it and it smelled much like a

I accepted the uncomfortable position I was in, because now, I was a hunter. Most of the

shivers that ran through my body were not because of the cold, but from the excitement

was taking a risk by pulling the trigger, as though, I was committing some crime. My

pulled the cumbersome gun to my shoulder. The cold steel numbed my hands quickly.

his morning song that he sang with such brilliance. My enjoyment of the bird's company

finally coming in my direction. But it was not until the herd appeared that my heartbeat

vision was the natural sentiment that comes with a hunter's first kill. It was now

deer was only a doe not the buck I was hoping for. Not giving up, I stayed still. With

while I wanted to vociferously shout out all my nervous tension.

re-growth. Was there a big buck following the doe? My question was soon answered. It

of something white in the shadows. Immediately, adrenaline possessed my body. My

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