My name is Hasten Jones. 

The night before my 14th birthday, I had a dream that I killed a big buck. On the day of my birthday, my dad, my brother and I drove to Hamilton, Ala.. We saw a huge buck and I knew that today was the day I was gonna get my buck. 

I got in the shooting house around 5:45am. By 6am, I could only see 10 yards, but I told myself that I was going to get my big deer by the end of the hour. 

At exactly 7:01am, I looked out my left window and there he was. The big buck was looking right at me. I said to myself that it was a small deer with a big rack. He was walking away fast but I pulled my gun up and hit him with one shot. He ran into the woods, but I got out of the blind a few minutes after and started to punch the air that I was so excited. 

My dad and brother were 150 yards away when I shot the deer. We tracked him for 20 minutes before my brother spotted him. He was a 9-pointer. 

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