My First Deer With Dad Part 3

                         

I remember the day I got my first deer. I was 12 years old and it was early in the morning on a Saturday. Dad had been teaching me how to shoot a bow and arrow. I was clumsy and awkward as a child. My fingers never seemed to work right. I told dad numerous times I just couldn’t shoot a bow and arrow. My dad was a very patient man. He never showed frustration with me. He told me that he wanted me to try and do my best. So, after two weeks of painful and frustrating practice, it was time for me to go hunting.

 

The morning that I was supposed to go with dad I pretended not to hear him calling me. He came into my room and pulled the covers off of me and gently told me to get dressed because today was my day. I was really scared and didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of my dad. I told him I wasn’t feeling well and he could go ahead without me.

Dad told me to get up, get dressed and be ready to go in ten minutes or else! I had never heard my dad use that kind of tone with me but I knew he meant business. I got dressed, dragged myself out to the car like I was going to a funeral. Dad was not fazed by my attitude. I got in the car and we drove away. I hated my dad at that moment. I was hoping we would run out of gas, get a flat tire- anything to keep me from being embarrassed in front of my dad.

We arrived at dad’s favorite hunting spot. The sun had just come up and I prayed that we would not see a single deer. After about an hour…I asked dad if we could go home because we hadn’t seen a deer in sight. I was silently thanking God!

All of a sudden dad told me to get ready because my deer was insight and it was a beauty. It was a 13 point buck. I was NOT happy! Dad didn’t care! Dad helped me get my bow and arrow positioned it and let go. I told him I needed his help. He told me I was on my own. Trust yourself… I know you’ll be fine. If you get the deer fine… if you don’t at least you tried… I drew back by bow and released the arrow and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see how horribly I had done.

All of a sudden I heard a loud thud! Dad told me to open my eyes. We ran over and saw a big brown deer lying in the grass with my arrow inside him. I was in a state of shock and felt badly for the innocent deer. Dad asked me if I had learned a lesson.

I told a ginning, rather proud dad that he told me so. I learned that you don’t have to be the best at something. You just need to try your best. By the way, I didn’t eat my deer. Dad loved venison and he enjoyed eating my deer. I tried it but have images of Bambi going through my head and to this day I can’t eat venison.