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Personal Narrative: My Love Of Hunting
“Son, I’ve told you to get up, we’re going to miss the deer!” It’s not that I don't like to hunt I love hunting, I just don't wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning.”Dad, why can’t the deer wake up at 9 or 10 in the morning?” “Quit being a baby come on and get a shower and your clothes on.” I got out of bed and got ready, before my dad like always, we were going to the ole back woods were the deer think they are safe, and they are just not from us. We load up our crossbows,rifles, and shotguns all in the old pick-up truck we have decked out for hunting, it’s a camo chevy with orange trims a tail cover to keep our gear and soon to be trophy dry from weather. As we ride my dad gets hopeful for a 12 point stud, but as for me I wouldn’t mind getting

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