|
|
This is only a preview of the paper
Click here to register and get the full text.
Existing members click here to login
|
|
|
Introduction By looking at me you probably would never guess that I am a deer hunter. Yes, I am the son my dad never had. If I had been a boy, I would have a new truck and bass boat sitting in my driveway. So today I would like to share with you a girl’s experience of killing her first deer. Body I can remember waking up at 3:30am to my dad’s voice threatening to leave me if I didn’t get up. Half asleep, I would dress myself in layers and layers of clothes, no make-up, preparing myself for the long bitter cold morning that awaited me and the thirty minute drive out of town deep into the woods of Kemper county. Dad and I would arrive at the camp house to see what other members would be hunting that day, drink a cup of coffee, then set off to what we hoped would be an exciting hunt, which is usually rare. The time came for me to be dropped off and I checked to see if I had everything: orange, bullets, flashlight, and my rugar 308.
Approximate Word count = 671
Approximate Pages = 2.7
(250 words per page double spaced)
|
|
|
|
|
|