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Personal Narrative: Gun Hunt

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It was a cold breezy morning when I walked outside. Goosebumps cover my body because of excitement and nervousness. It was finally here, opening day for the gun hunt.. Grabbing my blaze orange and unzipping the jacket, I put it on. I grabbed my hat and put it on my head. My dad unhinged the gun case and took my gun out. I was going hunting in a stand not that far from our cabin so I could walk to it. My dad said “good luck” to me then I started walking.
Every step I took I could hear the crunching of the leafs I was walking on the trail that we have going back to the stand. When I was walking there I had to watch out for branches got to the stand and climbed up it and every time I climbed up one step there would be a creek from

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