We weren't seeing anything, weren't getting the job done. And now it was Monday, which meant school because I'm in the eighth grade. But Dad had said I could miss 15 minutes of school, which starts at 8:03, to hunt. So we decided to change locations. He had made a ground blind just inside some woods, a bottleneck clearing, like a little meadow. The longest shot you'd have from it wasn't more than 30 yards. It was right by a deer trail that was worn down to the dirt. We got there at 5:30, an hour before light. We heard what we thought was a deer snorting, but we decided it was a bird. Then, about 10 minutes before seven, the buck started walking out right on the trail. We'd planned that Dad would grunt if the buck was walking, and I'd wait until he stopped to shoot. And he did, and I shot, and then there was just smoke everywhere and the sound of the deer crashing through the forest. I shot him at 13½ yards, and he didn't go but 30 or 40 yards. I was so excited, I didn't want to leave him. Dad had promised Mom I'd be at school before 8:30. But that didn't exactly happen. I didn't get there until they forced me to, around noon.