The sky was glowing sunset red and the wind was blowing a sinister cold in the heart of Mills County, Texas when Leroy Watson, Jr. made his final round of feeding cattle. Leroy’s mind was always thinking about hunting. It came to his attention that today was October 31st, Halloween night. All whitetail hunters of Mills County knew what great luck people have had on Halloween evening hunts, so Leroy was inclined to head to the deer stand as soon as he was done feeding. Jr. could remember a couple of years before when the young boy across the mountain shot a 141 inch buck, an outstanding whitetail for Central Texas on Halloween. After Leroy had finished pouring out the last bag of cubes to his beautiful Hereford heifers, he climbed in his old, red Chevrolet pickup. He was a congenial young adult as he started the pickup and bolted off towards his house to get his gear. Leroy was a single man who didn’t care…show more content… Just as he was about to take his first step down the ladder, he heard the fallen Spanish Oak leaves crunching beneath him in a pulsating way, each crunch followed by another. The longer he listened, the louder it became until it stopped. Leroy looked at the bases of the huge trees but found nothing, for it was difficult to see as the sun was set and he was under the thick canopy of trees. Jr. heard a grunt, a sound that he knew very well. He knew that sound was a grunt from a whitetail buck. Leroy looked directly below himself and saw it, the most peculiar, and biggest deer he had seen in his life. The whitetail buck was very mangy, had a ghost-like pale color, and a gigantic rack of antlers sitting on his head. But that’s not what caught Jr.’s eye. There was two arrows, one on each side, sticking out of the deer’s ribcage. It was something that he had never seen or heard of. This deer was definitely not the deer that had the other hunters’