This is something I've been playing around with for a little while and I would like you folks to read the first chapter and tell me what you think.
Brian
Chapter 1
The shot rang out on a bitterly cold morning. The kind of morning that most sane people would stay in bed and snuggle deeper under their covers. At ten degrees below zero, there were not many people out in the woods that late November morning, which suited David just fine. His breathing and heartbeat had returned to normal after his slight case of Buck Fever that he always got even though he had been deer hunting since his Grandpa started taking him Thirty years ago. After making sure his rifle was unloaded, he gently lowered it down to rest on the cushion of yellow and crimson Maple leaves beneath the tree he was perched in. Climbing down himself, he put on his rucksack and picked up his rifle with a small smile that made the ice that had accumulated in his mustache and beard crackle.
The rifle had been his Father's rifle who in turn got it from his Father and Grandfather before him. A Winchester model 70, chambered in the legendary .270 Winchester, it was a rifleman's rifle, one that could be passed down through the years from generation to generation , as this one had. David remembered the first time he'd seen the rifle. It was Christmas when he was Five years old, all the presents had been opened and his Grandpa had asked his Daddy to come to the basement for a few minutes. David had followed them downstairs to a room that he had seen open only a few times, as it was his Grandpa's office and gunroom. It was always kept locked and as Grandpa put it " away from curious little eyes and sticky, sucker coated fingers". The walls behind the plain steel door were lined with pegboard and gun racks and had a workbench along two walls that was full of books, several handguns that were in various stages of refurbishment and reloading equipment, because Grandpa liked to "Roll his own ammo". Against the back wall was a rolltop desk that bordered on mammonth proportions, an ancient secretary cabinet, and a tall stand up gun safe.
This last item held David's attention because it had been opened and a rifle was being handed from his Grandpa to his Daddy. " It's time you had this in your house Brandon" Grandpa said. "You know the story behind it, your Grandpa bought this in Alaska while he was working up there, saving money so he and your Grandma could get Married. The only thing I ask, is that you never sell it, and pass it on to David when the right time comes".
"You won't have to worry about that Dad" David's Father, Brandon said.
" The only person it will go to is David. I know He and I will treat it the same way you and I have".
This is the first part of chapter 1, so far I have about 50 pages written
Well Guys, tell me what you think.
Brian
Brian
Chapter 1
The shot rang out on a bitterly cold morning. The kind of morning that most sane people would stay in bed and snuggle deeper under their covers. At ten degrees below zero, there were not many people out in the woods that late November morning, which suited David just fine. His breathing and heartbeat had returned to normal after his slight case of Buck Fever that he always got even though he had been deer hunting since his Grandpa started taking him Thirty years ago. After making sure his rifle was unloaded, he gently lowered it down to rest on the cushion of yellow and crimson Maple leaves beneath the tree he was perched in. Climbing down himself, he put on his rucksack and picked up his rifle with a small smile that made the ice that had accumulated in his mustache and beard crackle.
The rifle had been his Father's rifle who in turn got it from his Father and Grandfather before him. A Winchester model 70, chambered in the legendary .270 Winchester, it was a rifleman's rifle, one that could be passed down through the years from generation to generation , as this one had. David remembered the first time he'd seen the rifle. It was Christmas when he was Five years old, all the presents had been opened and his Grandpa had asked his Daddy to come to the basement for a few minutes. David had followed them downstairs to a room that he had seen open only a few times, as it was his Grandpa's office and gunroom. It was always kept locked and as Grandpa put it " away from curious little eyes and sticky, sucker coated fingers". The walls behind the plain steel door were lined with pegboard and gun racks and had a workbench along two walls that was full of books, several handguns that were in various stages of refurbishment and reloading equipment, because Grandpa liked to "Roll his own ammo". Against the back wall was a rolltop desk that bordered on mammonth proportions, an ancient secretary cabinet, and a tall stand up gun safe.
This last item held David's attention because it had been opened and a rifle was being handed from his Grandpa to his Daddy. " It's time you had this in your house Brandon" Grandpa said. "You know the story behind it, your Grandpa bought this in Alaska while he was working up there, saving money so he and your Grandma could get Married. The only thing I ask, is that you never sell it, and pass it on to David when the right time comes".
"You won't have to worry about that Dad" David's Father, Brandon said.
" The only person it will go to is David. I know He and I will treat it the same way you and I have".
This is the first part of chapter 1, so far I have about 50 pages written
Well Guys, tell me what you think.
Brian
