God’s Will

November is deer hunting season here, and we were invited to Leon and Rose’s farm land in Central Alberta to hunt moose, elk and white-taled deer. After three empty-handed trips, we realized that hunting is not an easy task, and decided to hang up the guns and go to the gathering on Sunday morning. Six of us squeezed into our mini-van and drove out to the range road. Only after driving twenty meters, we saw a pair of antlers moving around in the nearby red willow bush. Another female deer was half lying in the bush too. A layer of light morning fog floated on the blanket of the bush. It is the mating season. Without anyone’s instruction, we reversed back the van quickly, picked up the gun from the barn, loaded it and rushed back to the willow field. The bullet whistled into the bush, the buck raised his antlers, looked around and gracefully jumped towards the South with a hint of light brown. Five seconds later, the elegant female deer raised and jumped lightly to the East. We were all stunned with mixed feeling. It is God’s Will.