Erik walks over to the side of the mountain, next to a small bush and grabs a grouse that he shot. I walk over to get a closer look.
“Hey, you got one! How’d you do that? I thought you were out of bb’s.”
“I am. I shot it with this.” He reaches down and pulls a nail out of the ruffed grouse’s head.
“Wow! Good shot. You hit head cheese!”
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My name is Dana and my goal is to share the unconventional story of my teen years in a way that may make you cringe but also laugh. The chapters are intentionally short so that you can read "just one more" before you go to bed or a quick one before work or maybe a couple during your lunch break at work.