I spotted one up the hill. Blake and I went up to decide if it really was gonna be a well shaped Charlie Brown Tree and bring it down.
It was, so Blake went about cutting it down.
And we drug it back to the truck.
After we drug the tree back to the road my dad and brother finally showed me how to shoot my gun. It was my grandmother's and my dad had given it to me for a birthday a few years earlier. Now I know how to shoot it. My dad was proud and impressed by my shooting pattern. My brother also got to shoot his gun.
On the way home we got pulled over. Uh oh!! Apparently the tabs on the truck had expired earlier that month and the Airway Heights officer was bored.
Here are pictures of our tree in all its glory.
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