Creative Writing: Deer Hunting

With my arms on my knees and my head on my arms, my dad tapped my arm three times. He whispers with excitement in his voice. “Hey, hey Molly. I saw some movement.” I lift my head up and look to see if there was a deer. “Just wait.” His voice said again. A small doe started to walk in from the left. There were some trees in the way so I didn’t really see it at first. It took some slow long steps toward the bait pile. She put her head down and started eating corn. She lifted her head up to look to the side. Straight for her, to the right of my dad and I. A bigger doe comes in from the left, same spot as the small doe. It walked up and started to eat corn with the small doe. I didn’t even think to grab my muddy girl camo 243 rifle, I just sat and watched it. The big doe now looked at the same direction with her ears standing straight. She bent down her neck and started to eat the corn again. I look over to where the two does where looking. …show more content…
The deer had it’s head to the ground so I couldn’t see what it was. It lifted it’s head up to show a set of antlers coming out from his head. I grab my gun as it walks up to the bait pile and my dad whispers again, “Look a buck, go for that.” I raise my gun once the Buck was in the pile. I didn’t even bother to rest the gun on anything which is really impressive for me who can’t hold that gun due to it being too heavy. I aimed the sights to it’s heart and shot. My ears rang and my forehead hurt. The bang made my ears ring and the scope hit me in the forehead between my eyes. I lowered my gun and watched the buck fold forwards. The two does started to run. The smaller of the two stopped no more than 10 feet from our blind. “Should I go for that one?” I point at the doe. My dad shook his head. I pulled back on the bolt but the shell didn’t eject. The doe ran off before I could get it