It is deer season, the best time of the year. And I’m going to hunt at one of the best ranches in the world. This ranch has so many exotic animals. They have whitetail, red stag fallow, axis bison blackbuck, Sika, and my favorite oryx.

The oryx is from Africa but after a dramatic climate change they are only in Texas ranches.

We wake up, me and my dad, ready to go to the blind. We get dropped at about 6:30 in the morning and it is not much before we see a blackbuck doe. But because this ranch has too many whitetail doe we can only shot those. Another animal pops up, a axis buck but not a very big one. more animals come more axis  but mixed in is a whitetail doe.

I get the gun ready find him in my sights and BAAM! he feel over on the spot. AHH YEAH! I yell. then  I see something in the back another doe. He must of not Been startled. He comes to the feeder not noticing the other deer. Get the gun again and I pull the trigger but he moved  right as I shot and hit her on the backside. She hit the ground and started running.

Thirty minutes later we get out of the blind and walk 200 yards and find him barely still alive in a bush my friend Jett and his dad pull him out and BANG! I finished him off.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

This is poem means to me that you need for get out of the same routine every day  and try some new things because it might help you along the way.

When I was little the only thing I cared about was Scooby Doo. I had Scooby Doo stuffed animals clothes and every 16 seasons of it on T.V show. I thought it was the greatest creation in the whole wide world, I would sing the theme song while jumping on the couch and screaming it as loud as possible.

When I would watch my eyes would lite up like the sun I could wear it,hold it play with it I felt like the happiest kid in the world and nothing could not make me feel like that.

As I grew old they started to make not as  intertaining as it was when I was young . I still wish they would make Scooby Doo like they used to do. I don’t know what I would do when I was younger without Scooby Doo.