The hog house has a wooden floor and a roof and is roomy and comfortable with the fold up chairs I brought.  It is the perfect setup for a rambunctious little girl, all 48 pounds of her to get a chance to harvest her first deer. Being a good Pop Pop I, brought cerial bars and fruit juice for her in case she got hungry?  We settled in for an evening of adventure or at least that was the plan. First off, she wanted to eat and ate all three of her cereal bars right off. Then the sugar in the bars hit her. She walked around on the inside of that hog house at least 30 times until I finally told her to sit down if she wanted to see any deer. The hog house is well camouflaged with cedar trees covering the openings so I was not too concerned about anything seeing her, just hearing !
 her. Finally, she wanted to take a nap, and I was so happy. She dozed off and a little while later some does began filtering in the field. So I gently woke her up to tell her there were some deer in the field, she became unglued. She got up to sit in my lap and she was shaking so badly she had my chair shaking also. I got to giggling, she got to giggling and shaking so hard, she went poutttttttttttttt and cut the cheese.  We both cracked up on that one, and the deer after deciding we were nuts, all ran out of the field.
So the next evening we headed back to the same spot, same scenario, with my granddaughter walking around the hog house, finally settling down for a nap. When the does started coming into the field, I woke her up. This time she kept it together. She got her .243 placed it on the window frame, I held the very back of the stock level for her. She was very careful sighting the gun. I was not a bit concerned about her making the shot as she consistently shoot 2-liter soda bottles with water from 50 to 100 yards with the same gun. Then she asked me what she should do, should she shoot. I told her it was her decision, if she wanted to shoot the deer or not.  About that time, kaboom and the lead doe, which was, 148 yards away dropped in her tracks. She started yelling, “I shot me a doe” and started to run out in the field. I got her stopped as her grandma was hunting a ladder stand in an adjacent field. She was yelling to her grandma that she shot a doe.  We went out to her deer and!
 took pictures.  Once we loaded the doe on the four-wheeler and got home, my granddaughter got her skinning knife and helped clean it. She enjoyed the inside tenderloins for supper that night.