Darkness envelops the land, reaching for the borders of our know sight. Trying to blind us from the world around. Slowly he walks through the darkness, moving silently towards his place of being. A sound to the left, quickly he turns trying to focus into the darkness of the forest. Nothing just the wind. Jason thought deeply about the trek ahead of him, his first time out alone. His first time hunting deer. "What happens if I dont see one" he thought to himself as the trees pass him by. "I dont want ot some back empty handed. But then again it took my dad 13 years to get his first kill" He snickered at the thought.

Jason shook his head as he continued to walk along the path, pushing the tall grass out form in front of him. He reaches his perch as quickly as he can measuring his footsteps, taking each as slowly as possible to make the least amount of noise. But did it work he asks himself. He scans the terain once again, letting his eyes peirce the black veil surrounding him. Again he see nothing, just trees and busshes littering the barren landscape. Turning to the tree he sets his gun up on the floor of the stand. A sigh brushes past his lips as he hoists his heavily clad body up into the wooden shelter.

He looks down at his gun lying at his feet, smiles, and bends down to retrieve it. A breath of air escaping his lips as he grabs the rifle. He lifts it turning it around, looking at the cold black metal resting in his fingers and smiles. "Now if only I could actually see something" he said with amusment. Jason shruged as he re-loaded his rifle and placed it in his lap.

"The air is exhilerating" he thought as he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the country air. As he let the breath out he scanned the land once again, still unable to see beyond his small tree stand. "I just wish the sun would come out in hurry. I dont want to miss out on a target"

Slowly the sun crawled into sight, peering over the horison, diging its talons into the darkness that reigns. Jason takes one last breath and looks over the wooden board at his chest, down towards the ground below. "I think something will come through there" he mummbles to himself pointing towards the ravine in front of him. "Last time I waked through there I noticed some signs of movment, so they should be there." He smiled to him self as he looked over the land, looking towards the tall evergreen standing elegantly next to him. Again he smiled, content with his place in nature.

Jason snaped his head back towards the ravine just as the twig broke. His eyes narrowed as he looked into the dense overgrowth from where the sound orriginated. He brought his gun up to his shoulder and leaned into the raining, tensing his fingers around the trigger. And then it came. Jason could feel his hands start to sweat as he looked at the buck sitting in front of him, walking from the path he pointed to previously.

The deer strooled out into the sunlight, sniffing the air for human occupance. It looked up at Jason as if to taunt him as he walked towards the tree he was in. Jason tensed more, feeling the cold steel in his hands. The deer turned and started walking up the side of the ravine towards the connecting field, peering left and right waitng for a shot. But none came.

Jason thought to himself as the deer walked beneeth him, struting its magesty to all the let their eyes gaze upon it. He frowned in fright as he leveled the gun. "What should I do" he thought to himself, "should I shoot now. It is opening day, this is the first deer I have see." His eyes opened wideer as he peered at his prey. "I want to, I can. But why cant I?" Jason shruged some of the tension out of his back as he moved the gun following the deer underneeth. "This cant be happening" spilled out of his slightly open lips. The deer’s head shot up looking directly towards the tree. His tail flaged as he turned away from Jason at a quickened pace.

Jason looked again, his thoughts coming at a frenzy to his now drenched head. He looked at the deer as it started to move away from him. A decision had to be made.

The noise rang in the air as the bullet pierced it’s target. Jason watched the slug move into the body of the animal as if in slow motion. But it wasnt, the body before him was dropping. The casing from his shot was falling to the ground on his side. He had done it. The deer was his.

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