A year has past and it is that time of the year to start hunting. As I head out to that cold breeze that makes my whole body go numb. I sit in the same place as last year. Out of the dark woods comes a buck. As it slowly walked over looking to make sure the coast is clear. Pulling apples from the drooping branches. A clear shot Jammie lifted the rifle to his shoulder. Then as he was about to pull the trigger he slipped and made a loud noise. The buck now looked in his direction. Jamie quickly got up and got back in the potion to shot the buck. Before he pulled the trigger he seen those same eyes of fear as last year. He slowly pulled the gun away from his shoulder. He knew that that was the same young doe as last year now grown into a buck.
