I was running late, but the excitement of the hunt kept me pushing forward. While practically running to my stand, all at once I come to a tumbling stop on the ground. You may ask why. Well, the reason why was because a monster eleven point stood sprawled out in the distance about a hundred yards. As I watch this monster play right in front of my tree stand, I sweat away ten pounds from the heat of over dressing. After half hour, the mighty buck prances into the thickets. Then I, the miserable, disgusted hunter slowly drift down the hill. By the time I reach my stand, the rain begins to pour, and not long after that, the darkness drift appears. I make my way back to my car. I get in my car, and i begin to back out, and my little ford got stuck in the mud. After ten minutes of trying to get my car out, I decide to call for help. As I reach for my cell phone, i realize that its no where to be found. I walk to the farmer's house on which I'm hunting, and I ask, "Cell Phone any body?"
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