The Hunt
I am all warm in my camo attire with my bow hugging the tree behind me. I watch as sky comes to life and leaves crunch as the dew falls on them. My father sitting at my right side, dozing, his head bobbing every once in awhile. I hear the faint noise of something crunching and look above me to see a squirrel perched on a small branch. I smile and nod my head letting out a faint chuckle. I take a look at my beautiful surroundings for any movement that would catch the arrow of my bow. I try my best to wait patiently for a dear to march through the leaves. I wiggle in anxiousness. I can no longer wait. My father wakes from his nap, turning to his right. He jabs his elbow into my rib. I wince in pain, still trying to be as silent as possible.
I am all warm in my camo attire with my bow hugging the tree behind me. I watch as sky comes to life and leaves crunch as the dew falls on them. My father sitting at my right side, dozing, his head bobbing every once in awhile. I hear the faint noise of something crunching and look above me to see a squirrel perched on a small branch. I smile and nod my head letting out a faint chuckle. I take a look at my beautiful surroundings for any movement that would catch the arrow of my bow. I try my best to wait patiently for a dear to march through the leaves. I wiggle in anxiousness. I can no longer wait. My father wakes from his nap, turning to his right. He jabs his elbow into my rib. I wince in pain, still trying to be as silent as possible.