Written by Zoltan, age 6 1/2 about his turkey hunt two years ago.
Dad and I walked up a hill.
We put out decoys.
We called the turkeys.
We squatted down.
Dad shot a turkey.
We walked down the hill.
We drove away. We got home
and took the gear off.
Dad got the meat off the turkey. I went to bed.
I felt good.