Last weekend I went hunting at my granddads ranch. We were hunting white-tail deer. It was kind of boring at first we got up before the sun came up and headed out to the blind, we were in the blind before you could even see and looking for deer was impossible. The wait was on. We saw 2 does, but we didn’t want to waste our tags on them. Finally a buck showed up but it was a long way away’s  so we waited for it to come to the feeder- it started walking closer and closer. I had the rifle ready and the scope aimed on its heart I was about to pull the trigger and suddenly- wait my dad yelled! That ones racks to small you’ll get in trouble if you shoot that.