I looked up into the crimson stained skies, the sunrise had
begun. Casting shadows throughout the woods, making my think my day might get
better. I heard a rustle in the trees, I turned my head slowly and peered
across a tree line about 20 yards ahead. That’s when I saw my golden opportunity,
and big 10 point buck had walked into my line of sight. I starred and admired
it for a good 5 minutes, whispered an appoligy towards the animal. I drew my
gun, aimed right for the heart, and let my round fly. Luckily, I didn’t have to
see the animal suffer. It didn’t run, or scream out. It accepted its fate, then
laid down to die. I, of course put it out of its misery.
Dramatically, it started to drizzle. Very ironically, a
phrase popped into my head. Crimson rain.
