This week, I went hunting with my dad. We were supposed to get up at like, 5:30 in the morning, but we wanted to sleep in so we didn't get up till 6:00. After I got up, I got dressed, and stuck my gun in the car. I couldn't wait to get up into the woods. We went hunting in Brooklyn, and it took like forever to get up there. I fell asleep in the car because I had to get up early which is uber wierd because I get up that early for school anyway. Once we were up there, though, I wasn't going to go to sleep because I was focused on findin' a deer.
We went hunting on what's called the F Line. (I'm not quite sure what that means exactly, but that's what it was called). We stopped to glass over a clearing, but we didn't find any deer there. We decided to keep driving, and eventually, we came to another little clearing off to the side of the road. We stopped there and looked for deer, and we found one. My first thoughts were, "Oh my gosh!" and "awesomtastic!"
I got out of the car, and loaded my gun with 5 bullets. I found the deer in the binos first, and then found him in my scope. He was standing there, and I saw him lookin' right at me. I took aim with my gun, and I shot a round at him. I could tell it hit him because he was stumbling around and trying to get his footing and stuff. We waited until he fell, and then we went down the side of the clearing to get him. It was super hard trying to drag him up a steep hill for about a hundred yards, but we managed. Overall, this was an awesome experience. I love hunting, and I am super stoked that I got my first deer.
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