My uncle asked me if I wanted to go bush hunting - to go kill a deer on the mountains. My reply was yes and I was so excited and nervous at the same time.
The next day me and my uncle got ready and were picked up by his boss and we traveled to somewhere far. When we got there, my uncle and his boss grabbed their rifles. We walked up hills and down hills. We even went through bushes. We waited on a high mountain and I got to hold my uncle's gun. It was very cold and it seemed like it was about to snow.
We couldn't find a deer so we went back the way we came. It was a great experience.