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For the record, I have yet to kill Bambi, or his mom, or his dad, and I've been trying for 4 years. This years story goes a little something like this....
So I wake up at 5am to get ready, with a massive headache, so I take some pain killers and get some breakfast, but I can't finish it because I feel sick to my stomach, but I brush it off and go to get dressed in like every articule of clothing I own, and I'm about ready to put my jacket on, when I really feel bad, so I lay back down on the couch for a few minutes, and next thing I know my dad wakes me up at 8 saying "I thought you were going hunting" I reply, "I'm sick" and go back to bed until 10. When I get up, my mom informs me that my little cousin called, he went up to the spot where he knew I was going to be hunting, and said he saw 2 does and a buck, but he didn't see me.
Yes that's right, the spot that I knew was going to be good, had three deer in it and I wasn't there!!!! I'm pretty pissed off....
So I wake up at 5am to get ready, with a massive headache, so I take some pain killers and get some breakfast, but I can't finish it because I feel sick to my stomach, but I brush it off and go to get dressed in like every articule of clothing I own, and I'm about ready to put my jacket on, when I really feel bad, so I lay back down on the couch for a few minutes, and next thing I know my dad wakes me up at 8 saying "I thought you were going hunting" I reply, "I'm sick" and go back to bed until 10. When I get up, my mom informs me that my little cousin called, he went up to the spot where he knew I was going to be hunting, and said he saw 2 does and a buck, but he didn't see me.
Yes that's right, the spot that I knew was going to be good, had three deer in it and I wasn't there!!!! I'm pretty pissed off....