The One That Got Away
……… It is a ’96 opening morning quota hunt. The sun has been up for about ten
minutes now. I still can’t see much though. The sun is starting to come over the
surrounding hillsides. A foggy morning. I am beginning to be able to see the trees and
other vegetation around me. I hear a stick snap to my left…..followed by a rustling of
leaves. It’s definitely got four legs….probably a squirrel. Not getting any brighter. The
clouds and fog are blocking the sun out. The sticks are still snapping and getting
louder to my left. My heart begins to pound…..it’s definitely a deer. I can see the
outline now, it’s coming closer. I’m not sure if it’s a buck or a doe… it doesn’t matter,
they all taste the same. The deer is closer now… much closer. About thirty yards to
the left. I begin to raise my .30-.30 Marlin rifle. I haven’t shot a deer with it yet… it’s
new. A birthday present. As the gun nears my shoulder, and the deer nears me I flip
the safety off and pull the hammer back. The crosshairs are on the kill-zone, and my
finger tight on the trigger… one more move will fire the gun. As I am squeezing the
trigger for the shot I hear a grunt. Not from this deer, but from the top of the hill. It’s
too foggy to see very far, so I let the hammer down and wait. Another grunt. Closer.
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My leg begins to shake; my heart pounds. The deer comes out of the fog and heads
toward the one already here. Again the gun comes to my shoulder and galls in the
kill-zone of the deer. Hammer back… the gun fires! The deer falls to the ground. It’s
still alive, but not by much. I jack another shell into the chamber, but decide against
firing into the deer a second time. I am waiting for my dad to come up the hill watching
the last breaths of the buck. A first buck for me, I can’t wait to see him up close.
Suddenly, my whole life spins and takes a sharp turn… the deer is up!!! I have a shell
in the chamber, but it is too foggy and cannot follow through with the shot! My dad
reaches the top, we look for blood finally finding a small pool where the buck first laid.
We follow drops for several hours, final ending in a dead end. The deer is gone.
Maybe next year.