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"Not bad.Not bad at all." He complimented,smiling. "Now,if you can just remember that and practice your aim a little bit,yeah,you won't have any trouble hunting." Gale states,shooing off Varys who had trotted over. |
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Kayla looked at him and smiled. "Thanks" she said quietly |
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"Eventually,you might even start coming hunting with us.We go once a week,and kill anything that moves,beside birds.Birds suck.And then moose,deer,and elk we all team up to call it in,have a main shooter,then a second and third shooter.I'll have to take you out on one of my smaller hunting trips,see if you can shoot something live." Gale adds,still softly smiling. |
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Gale chuckled,taking his bow. "Let's go see what your made of." He says,turning to walk into the woods. |
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Gale squatted behind a bush,ushering her to do the same. "You see that fox right there?Be quiet,don't say anything.Take the shot,it's your chance." He whispers quietly, |
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Kayla listened and took aim, remembering what he'd taught her. She took the shot |
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Gale let out a breath,walking over and tossing the dead animal at Kayla. "You kill it you carry it." He states,starting to walk off. |
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Kayla rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed it, following him |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
