It was a fine day when I decided to go for hunting with my father so I went to convince him but when i entered in his room, I saw that he was sleeping. Then I had to go back to the parlor and wait him out. About an hour later, he was up as I saw him walking in the veranda. I walked up to him greeted and asked if I could go hunting with him.

Surprisingly, he agreed, saying he'd wanted to put it to me few weeks back but he didn't want it to seem as though he were coercing me. We took breakfast and set out to the woods behind our house and he taught me how to handle a gun. Of course I was shaking since I'd always steered clear of it. But after a few words, I did take the gun and hold it. He taught me to shoot also, but perhaps, I was wrong with my intuition on wanting to learn to hunt. I'd made only one shot and I was shivering. He had to take me back to the house that morning.

My first time outing was a disaster, but he told me not to worry about it that it happens. I haven't made up my mind if I'd go for another trial yet.

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3 years ago