Hunting is my favorite thing to do with my dad. We usually hunt for spruce hen in the late morning, after all the predators go to sleep. I love the sound of the leaves crunching under my feet, birds singing, and the fresh smell of pine.
Time to get ready for another awesome hunt! first I run to the closet and get my green and brown camo suit and snap on steel knife. Then I go over to the gun box and get a pack of bullets and my 22 rifle. Finally I bolt to the car. The game is on!
As soon as my dad and I enter the woods we know it is great hunting weather. There is a slight up draft in the wind, great for hunting birds. Ten minutes later we hear the unmistakable flapping of wings. A spruce hen! I am startled by a loud bang! in a flash my dad's pistol is back in it's holster and the hen is dead at our feet.
As we walk home we thought about what to do with our kill. I suggested burritos and dad agreed. You know what that means. we hade a delicious dinner!
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