A Deer and a Blind

[318 words] It was early Saturday morning. The alarm clock went off and I jumped out of bed, excited at the opportunity to do a little deer hunting. I threw on every article of clothing I found that was camouflaged, grabbed my bow, and headed to my blind (small camouflaged tent). It was a perfect morning. It wasn’t too cold, and the wind was not blowing. I got to my blind just as the sun was coming up. It wasn’t very long until the first deer approached. It was a young doe. I watched that young whitetail for nearly 30 minutes. She kept looking my way, sniffing the air, and stomping her front foot into the ground in an attempt to get me to move. She was quite the vigilant deer. I just sat there, bow in hand, enjoying the morning company. I don’t believe she ever saw me, and…