My First Trip

I have been going hunting with my dad since I was 5 years old. I haven’t missed a year in my 18 years of living. The stories that my dad loves to tell about me in the tent are as followed. I can remember when you were so small you would be walking in the snow and it would be so deep and you had to crawl over all the logs we crossed you were covered from head to toe in snow. You used to sit on Al’s lap and I would asks whacha ya doin and with little plastic pistol in hand shot out the window and say I’m huntin deeeers dad. These are the memories I get to remember every year I go hunting.