It was expected that all Pennsylvania kids get their hunting license on their twelfth birthday, and I did.
Father took me hunting early and we found our spot, waiting for deer. It was so very cold but after hours a buck appeared and
BAM
my father’s rifle exploded and the buck fell, flailing. We watched its struggles to right itself, to breathe, before it stilled. Right then hunting wasn’t cool to me anymore. I fought the urge to be sick as I watched the blood ooze from the dying deer.
Later, I found it hard to enjoy mom’s venison stew.
Father took me hunting early and we found our spot, waiting for deer. It was so very cold but after hours a buck appeared and
BAM
my father’s rifle exploded and the buck fell, flailing. We watched its struggles to right itself, to breathe, before it stilled. Right then hunting wasn’t cool to me anymore. I fought the urge to be sick as I watched the blood ooze from the dying deer.
Later, I found it hard to enjoy mom’s venison stew.
