Slowly the big buck stepped from his covered surroundings.
His senses attuned to any sign of intruders he slowly walked forward.
The smell apples enticed him with every step.
His hide fairly trembled and his muscles quivered.
Slowly his head lifted towards the baited branch and a shot rang out.
The buck startled ran back towards safety but it was too late.
His life’s blood ran to the ground and he slowly sank to the ground.
My Uncle clapped me on the shoulder with a smile and walked towards my first kill.
Slowly I lowered the rifle with an empty heart.
My first and only hunt.