OH YES I GET IT

I was 13 years old.We hunt with dogs at the family camp,the old men there do not beat the bush anymore.
I was sitting on the dog box in the back of dad's truck in the warm morning sun during a slow time and I fell asleep.
Dad walked down the dirt raod looking for sign as he always does and he walked a good ways out of sight.

I guess the rustleing in the woods woke me,I raised my head and low and behold standing a 20 yards was the biggest buck I had ever seen.
I was stupified,Started shaking,I pulled up gandpa's old Winchester model 12 shotgun and shot the trees 40 yards behind the deer (Picture the gun sitting on my lap being slowly raised and me pulling the trigger WAY before it got to my shoulder.
The next shots were a little better but were no threat to the buck and I guess he knew it as he stood there looking at me.
I emptied the gun having never hit the deer and watched him wave his flag at me and bid me goodmorning.
Dad came running up the raod and it took me several minutes to blurt out the word BUCK, he said I looked like I had seen a ghost.I guess in some ways I had.I showed him the tracks and the land clearing that I had done with the 12 guage and he had a great time with me after that.
Never saw that buck again but I can still see him in my mind.