Shooting the Cannon...

I can now say that Dad's gun is rediculously loud.

We were out at Gerald's in the tree fort, waiting for the deer to come out and play. Way far across the field, we see a doe and two fawns wandering around. They keep looking back at the bush line, so we figure there's gotta be something else over there. Sure enough, we're rewarded for our brilliant deduction. A spike horn buck walks out and eats his way down the tree line, but doesn't seem to want to come any closer to us. Dad keeps telling me that if I want that one, I have to shoot it with his gun, as mine will never make the shot. So I sigh dejectedly and kiss my hearing and shoulder good bye. As I lay down on the cold, snowy deck and prepare myself for the blast, Dad keeps saying wow that's really far and are you sure you want to shoot that one, we can wait.... I'm already wet and cold, that deer's going to get shot at one way or another. I line up and take the first shot... My brain takes a few seconds to recover from being kicked by a mule before I can ask Dad, Did I hit it? He says, nope try again. I'm thinking why not? I'm already deaf... Three shots at him and the third sprays him with dirt, I was aiming too low :(