My pops has always enjoyed hunting, and I can entirely remember when she first took me out with him to go deer hunting. I thought it would be fantastic fun, however it turned out that it wasn’t for me, however sure, I enjoy some fantastic venison when all of us get it, although I didn’t realize how brutal it was to go hunting, we were out there in the cold weather and I kept thinking about how much I would rather be at condo with the gas oil furnace working and fantastic in front of the fireplace, but out there in the woods, all of us didn’t have a portable heating plan or anything! When our father spotted the buck, she wanted me to take a shot with our rifle. I had practiced shooting with him on several occasions and I was a seriously fantastic shot. The thing is, I saw this deer & I didn’t want to kill it. I felt like it was wrong somehow & while I was pointing at the deer, I entirely missed on purpose. The deer went running & got away, & our father seemed to be disappointed but she said I would get him next time. We ended up going condo empty handed & I never told our father that I missed the deer on purpose, however she kept saying that she thought I would have hit our target without a doubt, however she admitted that it was entirely cold so maybe that affected our shot. I was extremely grateful to be back at the condo with the gas oil furnace keeping me moderate & fantastic in front of the fireplace. When my amazing father asked me to go hunting after that, I always made excuses not to go.