“Dad, I want to hunt that deer next,” Rylee said. All Rylee could talk about was the big buck, but two weeks passed before we could return, when a cold front moved in the Friday after Thanksgiving. We climbed into the blind again, shared a short prayer, and settled in. We started to see deer, but when we didn’t see the buck Rylee had her heart set on, she picked out a big doe instead. Just as she was preparing to pull the trigger, I heard a stick break beside me and told her to wait. Her big buck showed himself.