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First Deer

By Ryan Beito


It was the fall of 2010

Walking to the deer stand

Cool breeze on my face

Sunlight on my back

I check the shooting lanes for movement

I scan the field for deer

There it stands, a nice buck

It walks slowly across the field

Dad whispers, son get your gun ready

I carefully take aim

The deer keeps walking

My dad hollers “hey” to get it to stop

The deer pauses to look around

I pull the trigger, it drops

I just shot my first buck

It is a day I’ll never forget.