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| When I was 12 I went west river hunting with my dad and his friend, Seth. We were out there for three days and I never saw anything until the last day we were out there. The deer was about 300 yards away. It was getting dark out so I had to take a shot while I could. I dropped the deer. That deer was the first deer I had ever shot. I treasured that moment a lot. We walked over to the deer and drug it over to the truck. This was probally the best hunting trip I have ever had. I will never forget that trip because it was my first memory of hunting. |