This summer I went on a reindeer hunt with my uncle, aunt, and brother. My uncle and I were the only ones who were getting a deer. We took out a few four wheelers and went on the south west side of the island and found the reindeer herd by a cliff. We had crawled a couple hundred yards to get close to the deer. Once we got close enough I had fired my gun and shot a reindeer.
The reindeer that I shot had dropped to the ground. After I gutted the deer my uncle and I followed the herd so that he could get his deer. We had followed the herd for about 1500 yards. And my uncle had fired a couple of shots before he hit one of the deer. After he gutted his deer we tied them to our four wheelers took them home and skin them and we let them hang for a few days. After a few days we cut up all of the meat and packaged most of them to save but we made a few stakes and ate them.
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