My dad and I always have a contest when we go hunting. He has won every contest so I am prepared to beat him. Whoever wins gets money and my dad gambled 10 dollars.
Beeeeeeeeeeep! “Dad do we have to get up I said”
Yes son only if you want to get the best buck.”
I zoomed out of bed faster than a cheetah. Dad was in such a hurry he had forgotten his gun. So he had got his gun and we headed out.
My dad and I have to shared a gun because I don’t have hunter safety. We went to Holly State Park and
I asked my dad for the gun but he said,” No.”
He told me to be quiet because he heard something. My dad and I hid in a bush. It was like we were spies.
We made to much noise so it ran off. My dad and I waited over an hour and we saw nothing.
My dad said,” Hey do you want to go home”
I said,” Sure.”
As soon as we were leaving, I had heard something. I told my dad to shush it. I couldn’t hear it anymore. I told my dad to follow me. My dad followed and he showed me the buck.
What I have been hearing is a 12 point buck staring at me like I was in his living room. I cocked my gun and aimed at the deer and shot! It ran off running. I ran after the buck. I followed the trail of blood….. I held up the buck with pride! I felt good about myself. The buck was not dead yet so I had to shoot it again.
I felt like I won a hunting tournament. My dad and I loaded the buck ion the truck and strapped it. My dad said,” Good job son,” I said thanks.
My mom called and said,” Hey honey shoot anything”
I said,” Yes.”
How big is it my mother asked? The Buck is a 12 pointer. My mom sounded in surprise. I told my dad what mom said and he was proud. I said to my dad I won the contest you owe me 10 dollars.
Nov17
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