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
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