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My dad knelt down calmly, and put my rifle on his buff shoulder. Quickly, I got in position to fire, when the massive animal peered out into the gap.”Maaappp” my Dad sounded. The massive animal froze. I aimed behind its enormous, tan, shoulder “Bang!” the rifle went off…

It was a frosty morning with the wind rustling the bushes. The windmills turned round and round. It was a calm morning. I was about 6 or 7, wiggling around. I just couldn’t stop moving when things weren’t out.

Finally there it was in front of me. A small buck. Anxiously, I asked “Can I shoot it?” But Papa said, “No, it’s too small”. As the hunt went on, we saw an insane amount of activity, but unfortunately, nothing was worthy to shoot. When it was time to leave, we eased out quietly, and as quick as a jackrabbit, we were heading to grab some corn at camp.

Just as soon as we got there, I leaped out of the truck, grabbed my BB gun, and went on to doing my “traditional things”. Right when the shooting was good, my Dad called me in his manly voice saying, “Dylon, come and load up”.

”Oh, Daaad! Just a little longer pleeeeeaaaaassse!?” I moaned.

“No Dylon.” Dad replied.

A few hours later we were back in the stand. Me squirming, Papa sleeping, and nature taking its course. I so was busy of thinking (of Lord knows what), that I didn’t notice that the deer we saw earlier this morning were grazing right in front of me. Until Papa said “Dylon, there’s a doe out there. Do you want to shoot it?”.

“Yes! Yes!” I replied, so I propped  the rifle outside the wind aimed. “POW!” the doe dropped in her tracks.

Excitedly Papa said “You drilled her!”.

I, on the other hand, was so excited, that I had the sudden urge to urinate, so I jumped out of the stand and did my thing.

The next hunt wasn’t as successful, but the afternoon hunt was the bomb. We were

creeping to the stand, and Dad was moments from getting in the stand, when he crept slowly down the stairs and whispered “ There is a monster there over at the protein feeder!” Instantly we knew that we’ll have to stock the monster. My Dad at the front, me following, and Papa staying behind we headed to the protein feeder quietly, but suddenly the corn feeder went off and that monster was heading towards it. Thanks to Dads fast thinking, he saw the gap so I could get the shot. My dad knelt down calmly, and put my rifle on his buff shoulder. Quickly, I got in position to fire, when the massive animal peered out into the gap.”Maaappp!” my Dad sounded. The massive animal froze. I aimed behind its enormous, tan, shoulder “Bang!” the rifle went off. The buck sprinted not using one leg then he tipped over like a bowling pin . “Whoa! Yes! Yes!”I cheered. Dad gave me a high-five  laughing. Papa though, I think more excited than all of us combined. When we finished  celebrating like crazy, we went over to the massive buck. We, then once more, celebrated because of its enormous body. By the time we finished our festival, it was almost dark and time to go to camp. Where, we would celebrate again with the rest of the guys.

   SPLASH! SWOOSH! ZZZZZ!
“I got one”,John said excitedly as his line shot out of his reel from the huge amount of of tension on the line! “Hold on John I’ll be right there”, I said stumbling over to him. As soon as I scrambled
to John, he had fisty fish in. “Wow, that’s big”, John said! “Great job”, I said!

While we were celebrating I noticed that my pole was going towards the water, so in instinct I
reacted sprinting to my pole and with all my might I set the hook. “Bingo”, I said reeling faster than a blink of an eye! Quickly I had the fish lipped shouting “Whoa,cat like reflexes baby”,With a ear to ear smile on face.

As the day went on John and I ended up catching about 15 catfish. On the way home I asked John “Did you have fun”,!

“Oh ya”, John replied.

I was sad to leave but great times always come to an end.

Hunting is a sport that is very exciting but, there are some safty rules required.These rules are always know were you are pointing your gun even when there’s nothing in it , also try to wear a safty harness when in a tree stand,and never shoot at any thing if you can’t see if the animal is legal to shoot,and the most important rule of all never go hunting with out a hunting license.Also did you know there are different styles of hunting there’s bow hunting, gun hunting, stocking, and crossbow hunting.There’s a lot of cool ways to hunt.And If you want to fine out more leave a comment.

Just as everyone was sitting down for Thanksgiving diner the Turkey jumped up and started singing a country song. The song went like this “I eat corn all the time and I gobble up a storm I shoot ah gun and I run from Pilgrims and that’s how my Thanksgivings gooo”. Then he sang a rap and it was “akward”. Anyway this is how it went “If your a Turkey out there and you want to know how to run from a hunter with a compound bow here’s whatcha do don’t tell nobody unless it’s your Mom or Daddy you just zig zag to California the Alabama now find some brush and jump right in”. Then finally he quit but he destroyed half the house and thought the Turkey which was a decoration was his girlfriend but once he fond out his “girlfriend” was a decoration he ran away then I said “I think the Turkey was A little under cooked.