Deerslayer dad

My dad is an avid hunter. He loves to hunt and everything about hunting. It does not matter to dad what he hunts,deer,turkeys,coyotes,it makes no difference. I can remember growing up dad was a truckdriver and was often on the road, but when he returned I always knew he would ask me to go hunting with him. The two of us would spend hours in the woods waiting for the that unluck deer, turkey, coyote, ect, to come by. Some of the best mommets of my childhood were spent with dad in the deer woods. We would find the perfect tree, that was in the perfect spot,hoping find the perfect deer. I will never forget that elbow in my ribs,and that harsh whisper,"dont move, here they come"my heart would pound and my hands would shake with excitement. I would look at dad,he would be motionless, eyes never blinking,until that fateful moment when he would take the shot. Whether or not the shot was successfull I will never forget dads smile and his typical response"I knew they would be coming from there! ""Didnt I tell ya they would come from there?! "My heart would swell with pride,and I could not help but think that my dad was the smartest man in the world.