We were going shopping for my hunting supplies.

My father was so proud that I was finally aged enough to go my first deer hunt with him; He took a full weekend off toil so that he as well as I could go shopping for all of my hunting supplies that I was going to need, then i wasn’t sure that I care about the idea of going deer hunting, despite the fact that I care about the idea of being able to spend a weekend in the woods with my dad; We headed to the local athletic activitys store, where we started looking for all the hunting supplies I was going to need.

Dad found hunting vests that were in the brightest orange anyone could imagine, but the orange was so bright that I swore it was going to blind me.

He bought me a hat the same color, as well as a pair of coveralls that would keep me moderate under any weather conditions. He then threw in a pair of hunting boots as well as gloves that had no fingers in them, then once I had all of the necessary hunting supplies, he said he was going to buy me a gun. I hesitated when he said about having my own gun. I explained to dad that I did not care about the idea of shooting the deer, however I was willing to get all the hunting supplies as well as go out into the woods with him. If he wanted to hunt that was superb with me, despite the fact that I did not want to have to shoot a deer. That was actually cool with this decision, despite the fact that I suppose a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was still only 12 years old.

Wild game gambrel