[M.D. Holloway]

Thanks. He has a different swagger now. Right after she went down I looked over at him. He was stairing at her through his scope ready to put another round in if need be.

A few minutes passed and I asked him "You OK Buddy?" He put down the rifle and looked at me smiling "Ya, a little shaky though."

About 5 minutes later I asked him again and he said "I'm cool Dad but I do feel a little sad..." he said.

"Good, I said, you have the heart of a hunter. You should feel something. It says that you respect life and that you won't have a blood lust." I told him.

"So its ok then?" he asked.

"Yup, more than OK. Your a good kid...young man." I told him.

"Dad, I want to keep and tan the hide and get as much meat out of it as we can. She didn't get killed for nothing OK?" He said.

"No problem...I'll even pay for it!" I said. That made him smile.

That night around the camp fire, a few other Sons and their Dads were spinning tales about their hunt. Some got lucky while others didn't have a clean shot. The Sons agreed his was the cleanest kill and the biggest. He was proud. He did well.