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Descriptive Essay On Hunting

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I can remember everything about the first deer I shot. The smells the weather, watching the red sun come up in the morning over the trees lighting up the forest. The whole weekend was memorable but the first morning of deer opener was when I got my ten-point buck, barely. As we pull up to our family cabin, I can see through the windows on the front of the house my grandfather and my two uncles sitting at the kitchen table. My dad asked me what I thought they were doing and I bet on them all playing cards, that was what we always did on nights before we went hunting. Once we walked in, we were greeted with handshakes and some meal in a crockpot my grandma had made to keep us all good and full for the weekend. I had gotten all my stuff ready for the next morning and went back out to the kitchen to visit with everyone before we all went to bed. Everyone was sitting and talking around the table about where we were all going to sit in the morning. As we talked I asked if I could sit in the "bucket stand," they agreed I could, it was my Uncle Dan's favorite spot and had gotten many deer there. It was a good stand, and they decided that’s where I would sit. As we got ready for bed, I climbed up to the top bunk bed and was anxious for the next morning I wanted to get the first buck of the weekend. So before I went to bed, I prayed to god that I got one of the first deer of the year that next morning. After that, I fell right asleep. Waking up to the smell of bacon at four-thirty

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