My First Deer

My Dad and I went to Plainfield, New Hampshire. It was youth season. When we walked around, we saw a hot spot. It had a huge buck rub and scrape. Since it was a windy day, Dad told me that when the deer came, they would be noiseless. I saw what he meant when a flock of turkeys came and a million squirrels (noisemakers of the woods) all of a sudden, a deer stepped out. Dad told me not to move. When he turned away, Dad told me to get in shooting position. Finally, I shot. I shot him with a 243 rifle. I was so happy! I thank God for sending this deer to me.