The deer went running and got away, and our father seemed to be disappointed but he said I would get him next time
My father has usually enjoyed hunting, however I can really remember when he first took me out with him to go deer hunting. I thought it would be great fun, but it turned out that it wasn’t for me, and naturally, I like some nice venison when the two of us get it, but I didn’t realize how brutal it was to go hunting, then we were out there in the chilly weather and I kept thinking about how much I would prefer be at new home with the gas furnace really working and wonderful in front of the fireplace, but out there in the woods, the two of us didn’t have a portable heating unit or anything like that. When our father spotted the buck, he wanted me to take a shot with our rifle. I had given a good shot at shooting with him on several possibilities and I was a pretty nice shot; The main thing is, I saw this deer and I didn’t want to kill it. I felt savored. It was wrong somehow and while I was pointing at the deer, I really missed it on purpose. The deer went running and got away, and our father seemed to be disappointed but he said I would get him next time. We eventually ended up going home empty handed and I never told our father that I missed the deer purposely! He kept saying that he thought I would have hit our target for sure, but he admitted that it was really chilly so maybe that affected our shot. I was just grateful to be back at my new home with the heated furnace keeping me moderate and wonderful in front of the fireplace. When my amazing father asked me to go hunting after that, I always made excuses not to go.