When I was 4 or 5 years old I started hunting with my dad..I remember sometimes going was so fun...But then other times he was so mean,he would leave me in the woods in the dark,with no flash light. I could see his light getting harder and harder to see as he walked away from me.One night he left me there waiting for him to come back for me I heard an owl screech and it sounded like a lady yelling help....So I took of running toward his light.When I finally got to him he says "What the he-- is wrong with you" as I stood there shaking like a leaf he slapped me on the shoulder and demands I go back to where I was and listen to see if I hear his dogs barking...I begged him not to make me go and I told him about what I thought was a lady yelling,he called me a stupid little s.o.b. and made me go. To let you know about the place where we was hunting,this place was an old quarry,full of water.These quarry holes as he called them had 100's of feet of water in them.. There was 3 large quarries and a few small swamps...In the day light you could stand on the cliffs and see old machines and cars down deep in the water...A few times even a few bodies was found there...This was a place where a lot of stolen cars was pushed into the water and bodies thrown....So you can already see why i was so scared.
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