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Personal Narrative Essay On Deer Hunting
¨There is no season like deer season¨Deer season is one of the best times I get to spend time with my Dad and plenty more memories with my Dad.
It was the second day of gun season last year, I already shot a buck. I was determined to shoot another deer. It was super cold out. It was so cold my hands were sticking to the ladder and you could see my dad's and I´s breath. There was not many deer out by us at the time and most were too small or just far. When the neighbors walked through their corn field that was already cut. By the power lines in their field three deer had gotten chased up.
The deer are running full sprint towards our field and my Dad says ¨hey Sebastian I am going to take the first shot, since they´re closer to me.¨ Dad takes

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