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“Mike get up,” my dad yelled. I opened my eyes and looked outside to notes that it was still dark out. I could here the sizzling of the eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen of my camp. The excitement finely hit me when I realized what day it was. It was November 15, the opening day of deer season and it was my first year hunting. I rolled out of my bed and walked into the kitchen. My dad and my grandpa were both in the kitchen preparing breakfast. My dad looked up at me and said, “How do you want your eggs” “Overeasy” I said as I shielded my eyes from the bright lights. I walked up to the picture window overlooking my camp’s field surrounded by giant jack pines. There’s been a small dusting of snow on the ground as snowflakes slowly fell from the sky. “Come and get it” my grandpa said he put a plate of steaming bacon onto the table, “so are you exited for your first deer season.” I looked up smiled and replied with just “yea” The three of us sat around the table and I listened to my dad and Grandpa tell stories of there successful deer hunts.
Approximate Word count = 757
Approximate Pages = 3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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