The Whitetail

On a cold October morning, in what would one day be called Oregon, a boy was awoken earlier than usual from his heavy slumber to the sight of his father, a large and mustachioed man. He was never roused by his father, who had usually left for that day’s adventure long before him or his siblings had the chance to finish dreaming. This brought many questions to the Boy’s mind. Questions that were quickly silenced by a gravelly order from his father, “Get up. It’s time you learned to hunt.”