Once upon a time there was a young, adventuring boy who liked to hunt and fish. His name was George. He lived with his family in a cottage on a lake.
One day George decided to go fishing. He had just gotten a new rod and reel. So, with happy thoughts he trotted down the stairs to the lake where he found his older brother Fredrick, fishing off of the dock. He casted out his line and waited..... and waited....and waited some more... and then, the bobber disappeared. George gave a tremendous jerk! He let out a shout of joy when he discovered that it was a sixteen and five-eigth inch perch! This was a record for his family. His older brother came running over and helped George get some pictures of he trophy. When they went to the house George showed his father and mother his perch. They were very happy for him. George and his father filleted and cooked the perch for dinner; it was delicious.
It was a foggy day when George finished his school for the year. Tomorrow was the opening say of turkey season and George was allowed to hunt. That evening he made sure that he had all of his hunting supplies ready. He got up at four o'clock next morning and ate a quick breadfast, slipped on his camo, and walked to the place that he had scouted out two days before. There had been a big gobbler roosting there. George set up his decoys and got in place; he gave a soft yelp and waited. In ten minutes he heard the turkeys making some sounds and gobbling. Five minutes after that he watched them fly down from their roosts. He watched then as they saw the decoys and in; they came closer and closer until thely were in range, and then, click. The turkeys tunrned and ran. George quickly saw what had happened; he forgot to put any shells in his gun. What a bummer. But George wasn't too disapointed because he knew that he had more chances to try
