Its 3 a.m. as my alarm blares in my ear. I haven’t even opened my eyes and I’m jumping out of bed and getting dressed for the big day. The day I have been waiting over a year for. The day I get to carry my own gun and possibly shoot my first deer. As I’m putting on my layers of cloths, the aroma of coffee fills my nose. I rush out to the kitchen and grab a maple cinnamon bagel and a steaming hot cup of coffee. I can tell it is going to be a good morning because the coffee is as thick as mud.
Dad already has the truck packed with our backpacks and rifles. As I rush out the door, the bitter cold hits me like a block of ice and fills my lungs with fire. We hop in my dads’ old rusted Chevy and start heading down the frozen dirt road. My adrenaline is pumping through my blood now and I can’t wait to get in the tree stand.
As we arrive at the gated entrance to the field, dad pulls off in to the shallow ditch on the side of the road. We hop out of the truck and get our rifles uncased.
Dad looks at me and says “ We will load the rifles in the stand. It is too dark to see anything this morning.”
He wasn’t kidding either, there was no moonlight and hardly any stars in the sky.
We started off down the crunchy frozen trail toward the tree stand. After a 15 minute hike down the trail we make it to the stand.
“Ok Alex, go ahead and climb up while I put out some wicks” Dad whispered in my direction.
I walk over to where I remember the ladder being and I almost run right in to it. I sling my gun over my shoulder and I start climbing up the ladder, being careful not to miss a step or slip off. As I reach the top of the ladder, I undo the burlap cover...