It was a humid and quiet day with my dad. Sitting in the woods waiting for one thing and only one thing. The only thing to hear for miles was the wind whistling in your ear as it passed. It was the last wednesday of the month, November 29, 2016. The second day of rifle season at the same time the last day of rifle season. A lesson came in as the bullet hit, a lesson that will never be forgotten.
Sitting in the wood’s did not smell delightful, smelled like dirt and that’s it. Freezing sitting in one spot not moving, but in fuzzy layers of clothing. The fridge air blowing up against my Dad and I making it colder. The air felt like a thousand fans blowing at us all at once. The sun starting to set as My Dad ask me “If i can see or hear anything
Sitting in the wood’s did not smell delightful, smelled like dirt and that’s it. Freezing sitting in one spot not moving, but in fuzzy layers of clothing. The fridge air blowing up against my Dad and I making it colder. The air felt like a thousand fans blowing at us all at once. The sun starting to set as My Dad ask me “If i can see or hear anything