Day3. On day three my dad, uncles, cousins and I organised a
hunting trip in the mountains. We woke up at around four o’clock in the morning
had breakfast and set off at around five fifteen. As we were walking to the
mountains we were all cracking jokes and singing, it was fun. We arrived to the
top, loaded our guns and got prepared to shoot. Then all of a sudden bang! My
dad made the first kill, then my uncle then me. At the end of the day we had
killed around fifty birds all together. We arrived back at my grandparents
house, and cooked the birds on the bbq.
my high light of the hunting trip was the view as well as just eating fruit straight off the trees that were there. and also eating the birds after. :p
ReplyDeletehow was your first kill Jason? did you felt bad?
ReplyDeleteIm a hunting fan and I think this is cool. Did you eat any of the birds, how does it taste?
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