my young son wrote this yesterday, and I re-typed it to post here (youthful spelling and grammar errors included) - thought some might enjoy.
The Story Of My First Squirrel
So heres my story. So my dad woke me up at 6:30 in the morning so we could hunt. I grabed all my clothes and my grandpas shotgun. We drove over to my dads friends house whose name is Mike. So first we talked to Mike for a little bit and then we went hunting. He had a nice woods it was hilly and had a lot of trees just what we want. So we went down the hill and then it got flat then we went to something like a hunting treehouse. So we went up in the treehouse there were a bunch of windows that we opened. So we just sat there and waited. It was freezing cold in there. So we kept on waiting and finally something came it wasent a squirrel it was a deer. I was so eager to shoot it but my dad told me not to. After the deer left the squirrels started to come out there were about 20 from a far distance but the gun cant shoot that far. So we waited to see if they would come closer. Then in one window I saw a squirrel sitting right in front of me about 10 ft away. I pulled the hammer back but I didnt fire cause I was afraid the gun would hit my shoulder really hard when I fired. Me and my dad were really disappointed and I said I am going to fire the next time. So we just kept on waiting and we spotted another one on the ground my dad saw it I went over to the window but I didnt see it. So I just fired because I dident want dad to be mad at me. I missed it. So we just kept on waiting and about 20 minutes later my dad said we had to leave. I was very disipointed but I listened. So we were walking up to the car all of a sudden we saw a squirrel in range. But he was in the bushes so it was a hard shot. Then all of a sudden he went up a tree and there was a little limb up in the tree. I pulled the hammer back then he went out on the limb and he was a dead duck. I was so happy that I got her. We said a quick prayer and toke a couple photos then we left to go home. The end.
The Story Of My First Squirrel
So heres my story. So my dad woke me up at 6:30 in the morning so we could hunt. I grabed all my clothes and my grandpas shotgun. We drove over to my dads friends house whose name is Mike. So first we talked to Mike for a little bit and then we went hunting. He had a nice woods it was hilly and had a lot of trees just what we want. So we went down the hill and then it got flat then we went to something like a hunting treehouse. So we went up in the treehouse there were a bunch of windows that we opened. So we just sat there and waited. It was freezing cold in there. So we kept on waiting and finally something came it wasent a squirrel it was a deer. I was so eager to shoot it but my dad told me not to. After the deer left the squirrels started to come out there were about 20 from a far distance but the gun cant shoot that far. So we waited to see if they would come closer. Then in one window I saw a squirrel sitting right in front of me about 10 ft away. I pulled the hammer back but I didnt fire cause I was afraid the gun would hit my shoulder really hard when I fired. Me and my dad were really disappointed and I said I am going to fire the next time. So we just kept on waiting and we spotted another one on the ground my dad saw it I went over to the window but I didnt see it. So I just fired because I dident want dad to be mad at me. I missed it. So we just kept on waiting and about 20 minutes later my dad said we had to leave. I was very disipointed but I listened. So we were walking up to the car all of a sudden we saw a squirrel in range. But he was in the bushes so it was a hard shot. Then all of a sudden he went up a tree and there was a little limb up in the tree. I pulled the hammer back then he went out on the limb and he was a dead duck. I was so happy that I got her. We said a quick prayer and toke a couple photos then we left to go home. The end.
