Camping is fun . It is fun because I chopped all of the wood we used and one came up and hit me in the cheek. It felt like a tooth getting yanked even when it was not even loose . My dad wanted a different camping spot but I said ” NO!” and then we went to mine .
And we also had to bild a fire pit and Jeremi made a seat fore me and my brother to sit on. We had to find rely big rocks to make the fire pit . They about smashed my fingers. At night I would get a stick and lite it on fire and it would smoke ALOT!.
Almost every morning my mom and dad would take turns hunting. I was bord and when I was bord I would take turns chopping wood. The only thing we cooked on the fire was Hot Dog’s. We didn’t bring Marshmellow’s and I said “NOOOOOOOO!” and I was so mad I wanted to PUNCH something!
When we where leaving to go home we saw a small looking buck in the trees. He was a 3 by 3 and it was my mom’s first buck with a bow. She had a lung shot I new because my dad told me “If there is bubels in the blood it is a lung shot.” My dad taught my brother and me to track the deer by following the blood.
After all of that we had a pinic in a park that was BUTEFUL! We were finally heading home . CAMPER’S OUT!!