Sunday, June 22, 2008

My Dream

Hey! Lets Win this. The thrill of her life (Fiction. So Far)

Whisk! The arrow flies, the target falls over. The powerful bow shot the arrow right where the heart would be placed. The young girl smiled and looked over at her Father. He smiled to. The young girl’s Father cranked up the poundage to 35. She shot it. Heart shot on the target. The girl was ready for deer season.

77 shots later at 35 pounds deer season for bow hunting began. The young girl’s birthday was approaching soon. She wanted to hunt on her birthday. It was 1 week away. She thought that it would be an awesome birthday present. The first hunt went slowly. Perfect. But seriously, the girl never wanted the morning hunt to end.
A few hours into the hunt a young buck came in, but it was to small to shoot, it only had 2 points. It looked like less than a year, or maybe a little over a year.
After a little while a nice 6-point came in but it was to far away and wouldn’t come any closer. A few minutes later it started raining, thunder and lighting came in. Deer came sprinting across to find shelter. The young girl didn’t realize that the deer were actually behind her tree stand. The deer were too quiet. They didn’t even rustle the leaves fallen on the ground. The young girl was with her Father. He signaled for her to start packing up her things. The Father came and undid her safety harness and the girl climbed down. In the truck on the way home the Father spoke, “So… Sport, did you have fun?”, “Of course. I saw a nice 6-point but it was to far away.” The girl said. “That’s pretty cool huh?”

The very next day the girl pulled out her bow and started practicing. Her Dad supervised. Dead center, heart.

The next hunt was her birthday.
Early in the morning she woke up and got ready to hunt. Her Dad was ready in a matter of 5 minutes. When they got out into the woods they immediately spooked deer. Once they settled into their tree stands. The sun silently rose over the horizon revealing a strong shadow. 11 points on the top of the wispy silhouette. A grin arose on the girls face. The silhouette grew closer. 12 yards in front of the girl. She slowly drew back her bow. She looked through the peep sight and narrowed in on the heart. Her cold finger reached out in front of the release. She took a deep breath. Her finger barely touching the release put more pressure on it. The camouflage arrow quietly left the bow. In less than a second the arrow hit the deer and went into the heart. The deer dropped. Bagged. The girl’s grin grew bigger although it didn’t seem possible. A few minutes later the hunters went out to look at the girl’s deer. She poked it to make sure it was expired. It was. She sat down behind it and held the head up. Her Father took photos. They later dragged the deer out of the woods. Blood dripped everywhere from where it was gutted out.

At home the girl’s Mother was ecstatic. Her older sister was called from college. She to was ecstatic.

Months later the deer head was mounted on the wall. Staring and reminding people of the awesome birthday present.

This girl had a dream. To get a deer. Determination and inspiration inspired the girl to keep moving forward. That girl was me, Mindy.

I would like to dedicate this short story to my Daddy because he believes in me and inspires me to keep moving forward.
I am moving forward and pursuing in my dreams.

Thank You Daddy, I love you!


Anonymous said...

What an awesome dream you have, keep up the great work and it will come true for you sooner than you think. It sounds like you have a great dad teaching you also. I wish we had more kids like you in the woods and in life in general. Keep up the great writing, we enjoy your stories.

adak1974 said...

Hi Mindy. Your writing is excellent! Are you sure this didn't already happen? :) Keep up the great work.

Bob Rich
The Bob Rich Shooting Journal