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Hunting with My Kola
One summer day my Kola and I went out hunting buffalo
with our bows and arrows. We were walking for what seemed like hours,
following foot print after foot print until we went over a horizon where
stood a nation of buffalo. It looked like hundreds of them, all in one
big pack just standing there eating grass. I couldn’t see any land. We
saw a fat buffalo, it was sitting right in front of us, it was our
perfect chance. I lined my bow up with its neck, I shot it dead on, it
fell to the ground. We tied a rope to it and dragged it back to our
home.
By: Dylan
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