Last Friday, my dad and I went to my Grandma's house. We went hunting in the woods and only saw two birds. When we got out of the car, they flew away.
Saturday, my Uncle Steve joined us and I got my first kill. I hit the partridge right in the breast. Soon afterwards, I severly injured another partridge. Uncle Steve finished it off. So, I called it a kill and a half.
Dad got a kill. He blew the bird's head right off. Then Uncle Steve got an epic kill. He turned and shot a partridge in mid-flight.
We saw ten partridge throughout the day and we had four of them in the bed of the truck. I will always remember that day!
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