Here Come the Deer

HERE COME THE DEER. i sit in my stand so patient and verry still. when the wind blows it hits my body and gives me a chill. i hear the leafs russel and the falling twigs snap. i look and i wait for them to fall right into my trap. i cant help but think how great this feels i just cant explain it to anyone other than its unreal. the sound grows closer but nothing in sight. i look out my scope but with no sun there is no light. i wait even longer now and thats just fine. i am waiting for that big buck , the wone with the two drop tines. here comes this huge white tail so i take a deap breath of air. i staead my aim for this might be my only chance this year. i ask god to help steady my aim. if i miss this one only myself can i blame. i draw the sight close to my my eye. for if this deer isnt shot all will say i tell a lie. i pull the triger and hope for the best. how im so happy now i have a deer hunting story to tell all the rest.