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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. |