Memories

By Nick Anderson

 

I remember sitting on that little white stool seeing my breath after every breath I took.

The sun was just starting to rise over the horizon.

I remember looking up being dumbfounded by what I saw.

There it was, the big buck trotting across the field in no hurry at all.

I remember swiping everything off the counter for my grandpa too shoot of off.

I remember the coffee cup full of steaming hot coffee staining the carpet

As I held up the window with my elbows and plugged my ears with my hands

The shot rang off and down went the big old buck.

That is my hunting memories with my grandpa.