One cool and sunny morning it was snowing and I asked my dad if we could go deer hunting and he said "sure buddy, go get dressed" "ok" I said, so I went to my room with joy because i was so confident that i was gonna kill one.
Yes, i hit him!!
When my dad said get ready i put on my camo stuff and my face paint then we lest to go to the deer blind.
When we got to the deer blind we got in it and sat for a little bit.
Finally i spotted a big buck that stepped out of the woods right in front of us just standing there.
Dad!, there is a big buck!
I grabbed my bow slowly and shot it and hit it. When i shot it, it ran off and we had to blood trail it.
When we walked about 100 yards we found him dead by a big tree, so we drug him out and took him home to process him and i took pictures with him after i got my face paint off ad got out of all of my camo clothes.