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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: the deer. Even then, with the rifle wobbling in my intense excitement, I
thought of how beautiful that wild creature was. Straining every nerve, I
drew the sight till it was in line with the gray shape, then fired. The
deer leaped down the slope, staggered, and crumpled down in a heap.
I tore through the bushes, and had almost reached the bottom of the hollow
when I remembered that a wounded deer was dangerous. So I halted. The gray
form was as still as stone. I ventured closer. The deer was dead. My bullet
had entered high above the shoulder at the juncture of the neck. Though I
had only aimed at him generally, I took a good deal of pride in my first
shot at a deer.
Fortunately my pen-knife had a fair-sized blade. With it I decided to cut
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