Fall is my favorite season out of the other three sensational seasons in Minnesota. I love fall because it happens to be my favorite season of the year. No, not volleyball or football season, but deer hunting. I have had good years hunting, and I have had bad years hunting, but my favorite year was my second year hunting.
November 8th, 2014. The first Saturday of the deer hunting season. Opening day. A 20 to 30 degree Fahrenheit day. Earlier this morning, my dad and I went out hunting hoping to get something, but sadly I did not see anything sitting in the stand with my dad. Since we had a long and boring morning, my dad and I decided to head back home and rest for the night shift of hunting. When we returned home, I undressed from all my orange clothing and took a long nap. I woke up to eat lunch, which was some warm homemade soup that my mother had made my dad and I to eat for lunch. After lunch, we were ready to head out again.
3:00 p.m. Half of the day has past by and now it is time for round two of the opening day. I was so pumped for tonight that it was hard to stay still. When we reached to grandpa’s house, we pulled out the four wheeler again and drove it about a half a mile to our stand in the middle of a muddy and swampy area. The first hour out in the stand was so boring and again, I didn’t see anything. I was starting to give up on tonight until it happened.
4:00 p.m. My dad and I were sitting in the stand. I was sitting there looking at the beautiful birch