The shot sounded like cannon fire, blasting off into the trees as it grazed past the deer's head. The deer panicked and ran off into the dense bush, a few more shots hitting the trees next to it.
"Dammit!" Evan cursed. "I almost had that one!" He reloaded his rifle with haste, dropping a few bullets and cursing some more. He shoved the pack of ammunition into his backpack, and strapped the pack onto his back as he climbed down the ladder from his post. Evan gripped his rifle and started trudging through the brush, keeping his eyes peeled for deer.
In his mind, he imagined hanging the head of his first kill over the mantel. His buddies had urged him to start up the hobby of hunting, as they went together often.
Evan snapped out of his thoughts as he heard what sounded like a twig snapping, looking down his rifle's sights and turning towards where he heard the sound. He didn't move for a solid 30