Creative Writing On Hunting Trip

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The hunting trip
By; mason juniper.

When we got to the woods we got out of the truck , and I grabbed all of my weapons I pretty much had my whole hunting arsenal. So the weapons i was using my compound bow, and my shotgun, my handgun,and my knife. The my dad grabbed his bow, his shotgun, his handgun,and his knife. After we got everything from the truck, and gathered up we started walkin One morning it was about 5:00 am my dad, and I were getting ready for our hunting trip. So after we got ready we started hearing eerie noises from outside my window , and may I remind you our hunting trip was on Friday October the 13th 2017. After a while the eerie noises stopped. The eerie noises stopped after thirty minutes, so after the noises stopped we headed out to the woods. The woods were still another thirty minutes away from our house. …show more content…

So then we started walking it took us an hour to get to our stands once we got there it was about 7:30 am so we sat down, and waited to see if any deer would come without being called. So we sat there for thirty minutes, and nothing showed up. With us being thirty minutes into our hunt, we decided to get out our call bag. My dad, and I started calling, and waited after ten minute a whole bunch of deer started running, and they were being chased by a pack of five coyotes so we grabbed our shotguns , and took the coyotes out. Once the coyotes were down went a 100-300 yards out from our stands so we had to call them back since they were so far out, so my dad grabbed the call bag and started calling, and after twenty minutes of calling a huge 12 point buck came out of the brush. So I told my dad to do a snort and wheeze so my dad

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