hunting

I was only thirteen when this story taken place, I’m sixteen now, this happened when me and my uncle frank thought we would do a late night raccoon hunt, we loaded the dogs into the truck and took our 22’s and a 44 magnum bb gun.

We took a nice drive from his house to a disclosed hunting spot, we unloaded the dogs and watched them run into the forest to find the raccoons.

Me and Frank loaded our 22’s and I loaded the 44 magnum bb gun into my wasteband holder.

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