Saturday morning, my Dad and I were hunting in a tent blind and a nice 8 point came out. My heart was pounding faster than a Usain Bolt can run. He came about 20 yards away. I took my time to make a perfect shot, but hit him a little bit back hoping to get the Liver. We didn`t exactly know where I hit him. We went back to camp to get my catahoula hound dog named Kiko. We tracked him intil 3 o`clock. We didn`t find him intil yesterday morning with help of buzzards and Kara Karas. He scored a little low, but I`m good with him. He scored 110.

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