Hunting I was 12 when I shoot and killed me 1st deer. First of all my dad picked me up from school and we went home and packed the truck up and we were on are way to Big Flats Wisconsin. About two hour in the drive we stopped at a BP gas station. My dad fuel up the truck and we went to the restroom. After we were done my dad said “do you want anything to drink or eat” I said and grab a Monster. We checked out and got on the road again. An hour later we stopped to pick up some apples for the deer and so food for dinner. We had so fried chicken and french fries will Dr.Pepper. We finally got to our house in Big Flats. It was 5:00am and we un-packed everything from the truck and got are cammo. After that we got are guns and apples and walk
