My father was so proud that I was finally old enough to go my first deer hunt with him. He took a full weekend off work so that he and I could go shopping for all of my hunting supplies that I was going to need. I wasn’t sure that I like the idea of going deer hunting, but I love the idea of being able to spend a weekend in the woods with my dad. We headed to the local sports store, where we started looking for all the hunting supplies I was going to need. Dad found hunting vests that were in the brightest orange anyone could imagine. The orange was so bright that I swore it was going to blind me. He bought me a hat the same color, and a pair of coveralls that would keep me warm under any weather conditions. He then threw in a pair of hunting boots and gloves that had no fingers in them. Once I had all of the necessary hunting supplies, he said he was going to buy me a gun. I hesitated when he said about having my own gun. I explained to dad that I didn’t like the idea of shooting the deer, even though I was willing to get all the hunting supplies and go out into the woods with him. If he wanted to hunt that was fine with me, but I didn’t want to have to shoot a deer. That was really cool with this decision, but I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was still only 12 years old.