Personal Narrative: Deer Hunting

As i pulled the trigger of the crossbow i heard a loud thwack and watched the the deer run away with blood running down it side.it was a cold october morning at my house my dad and i wher getting ready to head to ionia to go deer hunting. we got there about thirty mins before dawn and starting setting up the the blind at this little open woods area about hundred yards off the hunting trail we finally got settled in the blind and the long wait began.

we had been waiting for at least an hour and heard nothing but squirrels and the birds.The wait was getting to be too much and i was just really anxious to see something come out of the woods.But then nothing happened for another two hours just as my anticipation was building up so much i almost couldn't handle it, then a doe ran out of the and stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the open field(it was probably a good two hundred and fifty pounder).but then my dad apparently he heard some more movement in the woods and said

”don't take the shot I think there's a buck on the trail working his way in the field” as he said with a straight face trying not to scare away the deer in front of us.

so we waited for the deer to come out and sure enough my dad was right there was was a six point buck staring at us slowly working his way in the field.(he was a good sized buck probably