Dad

Dad

“If you be good this week I might take you hunting” my dad would say. My dad has dirty black short scruffy hair, he is 6 feet tall,has green eyes and his hands are as big as dinner plates.  He has light yellow teeth with light tan skin. Every morning he gets his work shirt on with a singlet underneath if it’s cold. He wears some dark blue shorts and although he comes home smelling like sweat he showers every day.Sometimes he can get really angry like when he gets sick of telling us to do the same thing all the time.

He always tells us to do the same thing all the time. It is sad that we can not play with him time because he is always working which is sad. He can get really angry and grumpy sometimes   because we don’t listen to him. When  we are on special occasions like going to the beach he is really nice to us by buying us ice creams.  

When we go hunting my dad normally leads the way because it is pitch black, we don't use torches because it will scare the deer away. We can not see and there might be a hole or a big mud puddle. You just never know. I am always getting ready for an dangerous adventure. We always get back to the tent late because we are only focused on shooting a deer.We whisper to each other because we think we see a deer and we cheek it with the scope which are kind of like a pair of binoculars.

Whenever my dads friend Tim comes over you can really spot his interests are. Whenever my dad and tim are skinning the deer I always get my pocket knife out and ask if I can help but sadly it never works. A couple of days ago three of our guns got stolen but now he has one good gun that is worth all three of the guns .Now he tries harder not to lose this one we have this cup that

My dad tresures really well. he says there are only about 20 in the north island“

Come on cam lets go hunting because you have been good this week.” He says happily