The Deer Hunter, by harold hunt
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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 |
Posted: 2014-11-03 02:42:07 UTC |
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