It was the first day of hunting season. He sat among the fallen leaves and the fresh dusting of snow, waiting. He has been waiting for this day all year. There is just something about it, like Christmas morning as a little boy.
The air was cold, he could see his own breath. Everything was still and silent except for the light wind shuffling the
trees and the fallen leaves. Any other time he would be cold, but he dressed warm for hunting, and his excitement and adrenaline kept his blood flowing warm.
After a few hours of hunkering down and blending in with the ground, It happens. He heard the snap of a twig. The sound came from in front of him to the right. He looked down his scope and what he saw was magnificent. The big buck sported a rack that was meant for his wall. This will be the biggest buck he caught so far.
The buck was in his sights, he waited for the perfect moment for the perfect kill. He steadied his breathing and calmed his heart rate. He watched as the buck lifted his head and pushed out his large chest. BANG! He watched the big beautiful buck drop right where he stood.
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