I brought my nephew hunting on the Spokane Indian Reservation. We got up at about 6:00 in the morning, while it was still dark outside. We watched the sunrise, and mist coming up from the earth. It was absolutely beautiful. He saw a deer and got one shot, but his gun misfired. In fact, it didn't fire at all. We had to return the gun to his mother who promised to take it in for repairs.
Copyright © 2005 Barry G. Moses.