It is three pm,
Snow still lightly covering the ground,
The sun still shinning just above the horizon,
And there I said with my dad on top of the mountain,
My breathing turns heavy,
My heart is hammering,
And my hands and legs start shaking,
There about 65 yards in front of me stands nine deer,
I raise my gun to my shoulder,
Pulled the hammer back,
And put my crosshairs on the does shoulder,
Slowly and calmly I pull the trigger,
And thats when disappointment hit,
My dad and I saw it go down,
But that doesnt always mean that you hit it,
The rest of the deer still stand there,
Some came even closer!
I put another bullet in my gun,
My crosshairs on another deer,
Could I of shot,
Sure,
But did I?
No,
The rest finally ran off,
Panic ran through me,
Praying to God hoping to see at least blood,
The longer we searched reality hit me,
I missed the deer,
Its 3:15 pm,
Snow still lightly covering the ground,
Sun still shinning just above the horizon,
And there I stand with my dad at the bottom of the mountain,
Looking down at where my bullet hit the ground
