The Deer Hunter

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By harold hunt •

The Deer Hunter I grab my gun and to the woods. Thinking today will be fun. I stand next to a tree not to pee .Justas I see a bear coming towards me. I drop my gun and start to run. As I hear my gun go bang. I look to see the bear on the run. But on the ground under a tree I see . A deer just for me. So I take my deer and have another beer. Thinking deer meat for me tonight

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