| The rays of bright morning sunlight filtered | | | | stops and looks over her shoulder, back into the |
| through the trees of the forest as the sun rose | | | | thick stand of cedar and oak trees less than 100 |
| over the steep wooded ridge. The wind had died | | | | yards away. George follows her gaze and sees a |
| down, and there was hardly even a hint of | | | | large deer standing on the edge of the thicket. |
| breeze. Just perfect conditions to intercept a deer | | | | The brush is too dense to see, but George |
| heading back to the thicket to bed down for the | | | | knows that this deer must be a buck, possibly a |
| day. | | | | large one. |
| George has been concealed in between two cedar | | | | George slowly, slowly rotates his rifle and |
| trees since 4:30 AM, waiting for a deer to travel | | | | motionlessly waits for the buck to move. Minutes |
| by on the well-used deer trail less than 40 yards | | | | tick away, and the doe begins to browse for |
| from his hiding place. George mentally goes over | | | | food. The buck remains motionless. The wind |
| his deer hunting equipment to make sure he | | | | begins to change, and George nervously notes |
| remembers which of his pockets everything is in. | | | | that if the wind continues moving toward the SE |
| His trusty Winchester 30-30 is laying across his | | | | like it is, the doe will soon smell him and may bolt. |
| lap. He can feel his Buck Knife on his belt, and his | | | | Just then the buck begins to move. He slowly |
| spare cartridges in his pocket. He is ready. | | | | steps out of the trees and sniffs the wind. |
| Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, appears a | | | | Satisfied, he begins moving towards the doe, |
| large whitetail doe. George freezes as the deer | | | | apparently clueless to the fact that less than 80 |
| sniffs the breeze and listens for danger. She | | | | yards away sits George, who quickly draws a |
| slowly, slowly, begins making her way down the | | | | bead on the buck's vital area. BAM! George's |
| trail that George has been watching all morning. | | | | trusty old 30-30 rifle sends a bullet right into the |
| She's less than 50 yards from George's hiding | | | | left shoulder of the buck. The buck bolts, but |
| place. The doe steps behind a tree, & | | | | instantly crashes to the ground. His 312 pound |
| George uses the opportunity to raise his rifle. He | | | | body hits the ground with a crash. |
| rests the barrel of his gun on a branch of the | | | | George sets the safety on his rifle and walks |
| cedar tree he is hiding under and draws a bead on | | | | over to view his 13 point prize. Quite a trophy he |
| the doe's heart. | | | | is, too. It's been a great day of deer hunting! |
| Just before George squeezes the trigger, the doe | | | | |