I was in the National Forest with my camera. The day was crisp, and the leaves
were turning gold and red. When I spotted the white-tailed buck, I froze. He wasn’t
more than 15 yards from where I was standing. The wind must have been right,
because he kept on browsing the mossy ground. I lifted my camera very slowly.
Carefully, holding my breath, I lifted the camera to my eye. Turning the focus ring,
I framed the deer’s head. Just as I was ready to press the shutter release, the
buck raised his head. He was looking my way with wide eyes. Click. I took the
picture. An instant later, the deer bounded away into the forest. He took off, but
I had the shot. Today, the framed photo of that buck hangs above our fireplace.
A. Fall C. Spring
B. Winter D. Summer
2007-10-23
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