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Descriptive Essay About Hunting

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The Hunt My journey begins at 4:00 am on a Friday, waking a minute before my alarm goes off. It's time to get dressed with warm clothes and gather my hunting gear for the day. I load my equipment and start my car, anxious to get going. It is the first week of September, the cool morning air rustling the color changing leaves outside. I hear the sound of distant birds awakening with a chirp. Fog layers the ground like a blanket to the earth. The season of goose hunting is upon us in West Michigan. My friends and I have been ready to hunt since the end of last years season. Wildlife is very active, and I have to stop for deer frequently while driving. The shining moon is a lantern in the sky, stars are abundant, traffic is scarce, and my stomach is growling. My arrival time at Jayden's house is perfect, their trailer is loaded, their guns are prepared, and the weather is beautiful. As I get out of my car and start to unload, Jayden says, “We didn't know if you’d make it.” “I can't miss an opening day goose hunt,” I reply with excitement. Jayden, Spencer, and their dad, Ryan help me load my layout blind and gun into their organized trailer, then I jump in Jayden's lifted truck and we’re off. Our five minute truck ride is mostly quiet, a few words are said like, “did you eat breakfast,” and “last night I saw the geese land in the field we’re heading to.” When we get to the wheat field, we quickly unload everything, and start dragging our blinds and decoys to the middle of it.

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