Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Hunting

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Brylan My first buck One late afternoon my dad asked me if I wanted to go hunting.And I was like yeah why not so we come to the house and got our hunting stuff ready for the morning.Then we woke up at five o'clock and went to my tower stand and all I saw was squirrels.Finally I heard some crackling and popping sounds of something it was an eight point buck.Then I tapped on my dad's shoulder and said look , I waited and I thought he is in drop zone so I shot and he ran about one hundred seventy five yards to a complete stop.Therefore we waited on another one but , that didn’t work so we went to my deer and he was still alive so I got my dad’s pistol and shot him because I didn’t want him to run off. Then the rest of the year of deer

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