Daily writing # 12

11/3/2014
When I killed my first buck there was a photograph taken back at the gutting shack with me and
the deer. I hit the deer a little low and it was a bloody mess. I also had a bloody forehead because of the
guns scope striking it. Even though it is a gory scene I was proud of it. My dad and grandfather bragged
on my shot and made over my new gun. It was a good day.