The Legacy of a Whitetail Deer Hunter Page #7

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Beautiful!

Oh, Dad! Dad, look! Look.

Jaden, get your rifle ready. Come on.

Come on.

I'll get to finish this video

after all.

Don took the Sony,

but this little deal is full 1080p,

and will work in a pinch.

Oh, you look good in HD, Jaden.

My Lord, that is one gorgeous

non-typical whitetail.

Right. This is the moment we've been

waiting for, son. Are you ready?

Oh, hell, yeah.

Now, remember,

control your breathing.

All right, when you're ready...

take the shot.

What's the matter?

Is your gun jammed?

I'm gonna wait for it to turn around,

get a cleaner shot that way.

Oh, no, don't wait. Take him now.

I don't wanna injure him.

Isn't that what you always say?

Go ahead and injure him. He'll

have plenty of time to bleed out

while we go down there and get him.

Trust me. Just take the

damn shot already.

Okay, okay, relax.

Take the shot. Take the shot.

What are you looking at me for?

Look at the deer!

Take the shot.

Come on, there you go.

Take the shot!

Oh! No, he's running. Get him!

He's running! Right over there!

Get him! Shoot, Jaden!

Sh*t, it's Don! What the hell?

You shot Don!

- Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, no.

I gotta go out there and help him.

Jaden, no! No!

- Oh, I got popped in the leg.

- Don?

Oh, Buck. Buck, is that you?

- I'm not doing good.

- I see you, buddy.

Hey, Jaden.

Here we are, Don.

Put your head up a little bit.

- Here we are, buddy.

- Oh, it's bad. It's bad.

I'll make a tourniquet.

Hang in there.

You're a good shot, Jaden.

You got me good.

Hang in there.

What the hell were you doing up here?

I couldn't leave

till we finished that video.

Besides, who else knows

which angles make you look younger?

Ow! That's too tight!

Put your finger inside of it.

We gotta stop the bleeding

so we can get you out of here.

Put your finger on

to make the wound stop mashing.

Hang in there.

Don? Don. Come on, stay with me, Don.

Stay with me. Come on, buddy.

Is he dead?

Hey, Mom, you got

that pretty dress on.

We gotta get him out of here.

Come on.

- Ready? Bring him up.

- Yeah.

There you go.

Don, ready? One, two, three.

All right, come on.

Some glad morning

When this life is o'er

I'll fly away

To a home on God's

celestial shore

I'll fly away

I'll fly away, fly away, oh glory

I'll fly away

Fly away in the morning

When I die, Hallelujah, by and by

I'll fly away, fly away

Put me down. Put me down.

- Put me down.

- All right. Get him down.

Good night, my special son.

We're never gonna get Don

out of these mountains.

Sorry, Dad. Sorry for shooting Don.

Oh, Jaden, it's not your fault.

Yes, it is. I can't do anything

without messing it up.

I failed at hunting

just like I failed at school.

I don't need an extra year to grow

and I'm not a visual learner.

What you all talking about?

I'm bleeding... bleeding out.

This just proves it.

I'm just not smart.

I'm stupid, Dad.

Don't you ever

talk about yourself like that.

I don't ever wanna hear those words

come out of your mouth again.

Yes, sir.

Y'all just keep talking,

I'm bleeding.

If there's anybody stupid here,

it's me.

We should've turned

back a long time ago.

I wanted you to kill

that non-typical so bad,

I didn't care what I had to do.

I thought if you loved hunting,

it could be something

we could do together,

'cause I'm not living with you anymore

and I don't get to see you that much.

I was just hoping

there would be a way that...

I could always be in your life.

But you don't need a reason

to be in my life.

You're my father.

What y'all doing over there?

Having a sandwich?

I don't know what to do.

Can't carry him out of here. Need

a helicopter or a damn stretcher.

How about an air mattress?

Jaden...

You, son...

are a damn genius.

Come on.

- Oh, there we go.

- Buck.

Hey.

We got you.

Gonna hop on there,

we start downstream.

It's gonna be rough as hell. Okay?

Hold on to him and stay on

this mattress best you can.

- You understand?

- Don't worry, I got it.

You doing all right there, Don?

Good enough. Ready, son?

I was born ready.

All right. Don't get wet.

Let's go.

Oh, waterbed.

Oh, hell, yeah.

Watch out. Paddle, paddle, paddle.

These rapids aren't so bad,

maybe class two.

They're bad enough. Just be careful.

I've seen bigger waves

in a toilet bowl.

Jaden, Jaden, Jaden, hold on. Yeah!

- Whoo!

- Oh.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

There we go. Hold on to the rope.

Hold on to the rope.

Now, these look like class three.

Whoo! Yeah!

Making me faint.

What's happening?

You ready? Well, come on, let's go.

Hold on to the rope!

Doing good, son. Hold on tight!

Hold on for a little bit longer!

- Brutal!

- Hold on!

We did good, son. We did good.

You're all right. You're all right.

- Are you okay, Don?

- Yeah, I feel good.

I really appreciate

this valiant effort to save me.

Oh, this sounds like a biggie.

- All right, come on, paddle, paddle.

- Let's just go to the shore.

We can do this, son.

Here we go.

- Oh, my God, here's the big one!

- Oh, Jesus.

Here we go!

Hang on, Jaden!

Hold on to the rope!

Hold on!

- My rifle!

- No, Jaden!

Jaden, no!

Dad!

- Dad!

- Jaden!

- Dad! Dad!

- Jaden!

Hold on, son!

Grab my hand! Grab my hand!

I got you. Hold on. I got you.

But my rifle.

Let it go, son. Let it go.

Dad. I wanna play you

a song I've been working on.

I'd love to hear it.

You wrote a song?

It's not perfect. Here it goes.

In the mirror, in the mirror

It's my face I see

But it's my father's

Yeah, my father's

Staring back at me

Hold on. I'm gonna start over.

My father was a hunter

And I was his son

My father was a hunter

And I was his son

My father was a hunter

And I was his son

I was his son

Where are we?

You're almost out of here, buddy.

- Hey, Buck.

- Yeah?

Thank you for saving my life.

You'd do the same for me.

The only reason I was gonna retire

was because I thought

you didn't care about me.

I guess if you saved my life, you do.

I was wrong, Buck,

when I said you were alone.

You're not alone.

You always got old Don.

I know I do, buddy.

All right, well,

we only got one four-wheeler.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Sit here all alone in the woods,

totally bored?

No, sir.

I want you to take this four-wheeler,

drive Don to Cherokee Mountain

Outfitters and get him an ambulance,

- but under one condition.

- What?

You have to drive fast as hell.

Good, 'cause that's how I do

my best driving, anyway.

Don't forget to send someone

back to get me.

I won't forget you.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, son.

In the mirror, in the mirror

It's the face I see

But it's my father

Yeah, my father

He's staring back at me

And when I hear my voice

And I hear that song

I know with a voice so loud

It's my father

Yeah, my father

And it's strong and proud

My father was a hunter

And I was his son

My father was a hunter

And I was his son

In the mirror, getting clearer

That I was his son

My father was a hunter

And I was his son

When I get old

When I get tough

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