My most memorable hunting trip to date thus far in my life was the one in 2001. This was the year my grandpa, dad and I all went on the same hunting trip. The hunting is the worst I can remember. The ground was dry and the air was hot. We spent the majority of the time lying in the back of the truck shooting pop cans hung in a tree with a bee-bee gun. When we weren’t doing that we were up to shenanigans. We rolled a hug rock down this hill and it hit a tree and broke it about half way up its trunk. The hunting was the worst hunting I have ever had but the trip will be one I will remember the rest of my life.
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