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The Hunt of a Lifetime   Ã‚  Ã‚  Ã‚  Ã‚  It was the day after Christmas and I was practicing with the goose call I’d opened the morning before. The phone rang and I yelled, â€Å"I got it,† to my mom as I ran to pick it up. â€Å"Hello;† I answered secretly wishing that it was a girl from school. My butterflies settled as the reply I got was â€Å"sup dude,† It was my friend Jon, he wanted to know if I could come over and shoot his new .22. I went and asked my mom if I could. She agreed to give me a ride as long as I picked up all the wrapping paper that was left scattered from the morning before. It was the fastest I’d ever moved as I ran about picking up every scrap of paper that I could find. Mom finally approved my clean up job, and we were off to Jon’s.   Ã‚  Ã‚  Ã‚  Ã‚  As we pulled into his driveway Jon ran out to meet us, .22 in hand, he was ready to shoot. I hopped out and thanked my mom for the ride. We decide that our best chance of finding something to kill would be at Jon’s family farm. Jon went in to get some bullets and before long we were headed across the neighbor’s field on Jon’s four wheeler. We got to the farm and parked the four wheeler by the shop. There was a twisting gravel road that led to the creek and fields below. We began walking down the road and as we rounded the last corner I grabbed Jon by the shirt and pulled him back. â€Å"Geese,† I whispered into his ear. He nodded in understanding, and we both slowly poked our heads around the corner. We looked at each other and turned silently, heading back to the shop. We immediately found Ken, Jon’s dad and told him what we had seen. We asked if he would take us hunting the next morning. He thought about it for a bit, but decid ed he needed to work. We called my dad, hoping that he didn’t need to work. He told us that he needed to work too. Jon and I sat down on a bench in the shop, bummed out that we weren’t going to get to go hunting. After a while Ken was walking by and turned, saying, â€Å"hey you guys are responsible enough, why don’t you go hunting by yourselves.