I have my gun pointed toward the bear.
“Can you see the bear in the cross hairs? My Dad asked very quietly.
“Yeah,” I told him too quiet to hear. BANG!!!!! Show me how you are shooting Ouch I thought, my ear hurts. I could see everything as it had turned gray. I could barely hear anything. The bear ran off toward the west to our marsh, ‘the swamp’. Everything then got silent.
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Earlier that morning, we were at the Quinn motel, in Ironwood Michigan. We were staying at the motel because we lost our trailer due to the winter weather caving in our trailer. *** Explain why and how many years of hunting*** Stupid snow… I just woke up, thinking to myself I’m gonna get ‘em today! The Quinn motel was nice, not a very fancy motel, but it had everything you would need, the beds are nice, the bathrooms are fairly nice, they really don’t have a little kitchen but we stayed in the house that they rent out and that was actually pretty decent talk about what you stayed in not overall rooms. Our morning went like this, got up, brushed our teeth, my dad drank coffee like usual, then we went to Toni’s Place. Toni’s Place is about as good as the Quinn motel not fancy but, they have really good food. Toni’s place it can only fit like 60 people at a time it’s got a little bar in a curved line the bottom of its chrome it looks like the 70’s or 80’s in my opinion. It’s not very modern! Back to reality, so we are at Toni’s place, too detailed-not an important part of your story I’m eating an omelet right now, it’s so good! Bacon, Bacon, Bacon! When we got done eating we went to our stand. Shows don’t tell! The bears hit last night. The biggest paw print ...
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...ns following the dog. “Bark!” Blue said. I got excited when he did that because that means he has a scent. Another 20 minutes later, he barked, searched more came back to me and started going to the west again. Well, false alarm I guess he walked back to the bear bait, sniffed around, walked around for a little bit in the woods, and walked back to the Jeep. Well I guess I must have missed the bear, we didn’t see any blood either. The dog didn’t go very far in the woods and didn’t seem like it had a lot of energy either. No hairs on the ground that we could see. So I guess I missed the bear and he is still out there somewhere today. Maybe when I go bear hunting when I’m 17 or 18, maybe he will be bigger and make a nice mount. take out much of this. simplify it so that it is falling action- too detailed for that. more general statements.
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