Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

The Hunt

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
It’s about an hour before the sun sets
I head for the tree stand
Now it’s just a waiting game
I hear something, but it’s just a pheasant
The next thing I know there is a buck
I stay as still as possible
I raise my gun slowly
I take a shot
The deer goes running
I wait until dark
Then I climb down
Only to find out I missed
Now I have to wait until tomorrow



Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback