Rummy and the Deer Blind

     It had been 10 years since I last shot a deer.  I had gone out multiple times over those 10 years but never took a shot.  My dad and I would go out and sit, play rummy, or watch movies. If anything it was good father-daughter bonding time. 
     This last November was different. I had gone out earlier that week with my dad's crossbow but all I got was rained on. The next time I would go out would be different.   My dad had called me the night before to tell me he had seen a really nice buck go into the woods. The next afternoon we went out to the hunting shack. 

     It started out like every other time. We sat there playing rummy while I kept score on my phone. We were playing for about 15 minutes when we happened to look up. There he was. My hands started to shake as I reached for the bow. I took the safety off and took aim.  I squeezed  the trigger for the crossbow and all I hear is my dad telling me to watch the deer to see where he went. I was on such a rush.  As we sat there for what felt like an eternity I asked my dad if I made a good shot.  He laughed and told me the deer was dead.  We then went and found the deer in the brush. He was a monster eight point with a 16 inch spread.  It took me 10 years to shoot my second deer but he was well worth the wait.