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Personal Narrative: My Love Of Hunting

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At this moment, I am thinking about hunting. I love to hunt, nothing excites me more than the feeling of checking trail cameras, putting up tree stands, getting corn out. The feeling gets better when you have a big buck on camera or when that big buck comes in shooting range. Of course you get that nervous rush to where you are shaking and you can't help it all you have on your mind is killing that big buck. Nothing feels better than when you walk up on the buck you just shot. Once I got my new bow, I couldn't wait to get into the woods to go hunting. I just wanted to try it out. Lucky for me I got a shot at a doe with my bow. Nothing excited me more than finding her. I'm still out for that big buck. I continue to keep up with my cameras and
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