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Personal Narrative: The Day I Shooting My Gun

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Bage! Bage! I was shooting my gun at some clay pigeons. Hitting 60 out of 70 which is good. My dad said to me if you want to come up north with me you can. I said yeah I would love to. My dad had been going up north for a while and I was getting older, so he wanted to see what I could do. We got up there and started to get ready to stay over. The next day we got up around 5:00 to get ready to hunt. We went out to our spot and started to hunt and about 4 hours in. As I said that I was cold, so we went inside. We went to the gas station to get sodas and snacks my dad had a mtn dew and I had a pepis. I was sitting in the woods It was cold and quit. I was sitting it the woods with my dad and we heard a snap of a stick. My dad looked at me

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