Tim Cahill – Ft. Leavenworth, KS

After seperating from T.J., Dad went to the general area where he had left his watch. Sitting down, he leaned back against his backpack. Snap! Dad realized that the animal making that noise was a lot bigger than a squirrel. Dad slowly stood up and waited. The noise sounded close, but it was still dark. For forty-five minutes Dad listened to this deer circle him.

Finally, as it was getting light Dad saw him come through some firs. Problem. When the buck stopped, his heart was behind a big tree. “No problem,” Dad thought. Raising his gun he got the chest in his sights, put his finger on the trigger, and prepared to wait until the buck took a step forward. BOOM! Oops! the trigger was more sensitive than he thought.

To make a long story short Dad broke the collar bone, a few ribs, and got the lung.
After the buck died, Dad whistled for T.J. who was axiously awaiting a call.
“Hi, son. So, do you think I got a doe or a buck?” Dad asked non-chalantly.
“A doe?”
“No, it’s a buck-not much.”
“How many pionts?”
“Nine”
“NINE POINTS!!!”