On the Hunt

It was 5 in the morning and I was tracking a deer I was invisible, dressed in camo I gasped. My eyes grew wide with fear I could not find my gun or ammo I heard rustling behind me. I was not alone. I slowly turned to investigate And to my horrific surprise A 12-point buck was standing up straight Pointing my rifle right between my eyes I had to get a picture so I reached for my phone "I wouldn't do that if I were you" The voice was truly shocking No one would believe that it was true But the deer was doing the talking Why in the world did I go hunting alone? I heard the buck let out a sinister laugh He could not easily be confronted My legs were shaking like a baby giraffe "How does it feel to be hunted?" "Fredrick put the gun down!" came a voice unknown I turned to see a woman, well in middle age A cigarette hanging from her lips Both of her eyes were wide with rage She made her way over, both hands on her hips "Quit picking on this boy and act like you're grown!" The buck put his hands up to his face And pulled off his own head I fumed when I saw what was in its place My white trash Uncle Fred All I can say is, he's getting disowned. Written by: Carson Drae Tall Tales 2 Contest ababc dedec