Personal Narrative: Deer In The Headlights

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Deer in the Headlights For the past two years my dad and I have gone down to Kentucky in late October. My dad’s side of the family owns some land down there and they are good friends with the people who own the plot of land next to us. He usually lets us hunt on his land, and in turn we let him hunt on ours. My dad and I usually go down a Friday evening after school, and get there later that night. We spend the weekend at my Great Uncle’s house. When we get there we unload the things that we will need for in the morning, and we head straight to bed. When we get up about four or five hours later, we get roughly 4 layers of clothes on, and we get in the car to drive out to Turkey Neck Bend. On the way we have to cross a river and we

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