A story i wrote for english 2

The was a 8 year old boy that was going to go on his first deer hunt tomorrow morning. the boys father told him to get to bed early so he can get some good rest. the boy did not sleep well because he was really excited about his first deer hunt. the boy woke up at 5 o clock and went in to wake his dad up and found his dad already cooking breakfast. His dad said that he was going to need a good breadfast to stay awake. The boy and his father ate there food and got ready to head into the still dark woods. The boy asked why they had to leave so early. His dad responded son, deer like to move as early as possible. The boy started to walk outside trailing his dad into the dark woods. His dad told him that he was going to sit at a ridge over looking brush. the boy walked with his dad all the way to were their deer stand was. the dad handed his son the rifle and told him to climb up carefully and get setled in. his dad also told him that remember what they have practiced. squeeze the trigger, take a deep breathe, and watch what the deer does. The dad walked about 300 yards and found a dead tree to sit on. he sat there for about a hour right when he heard a crack of a riffle in the direction of his son. He waited about fourty-five minutes and then started walking over to were he had placed his son. when he got there, his son said he shot at a buck and it ran off. the son was verry disapointed that he thought he had missed the buck. the dad asked where the deer was standing were he shot. the showed him were he was standing. He looked around and he found some hair and blood. he told his son to look at the hair and blood. his son did as he was told and his face went from sad to happy in a matter of seconds. the dad walked around and found more blood. he crouched down to examine it better. he seen that there was tiny bubbles in it, and he told his son to look at the bubbles. he told him that this ment that he had hit the buck in the lungs and he bet he did not go very far. they both walked through the thick brush and then his dad seen a white belly. he stoped and told his son to keep following the blood trail and yell when he found the dead buck. the boy walked about ten yards and then he started jumping in the air. he said dad, dad, i found him. he walked over to the buck as so did his dad. it was a little fork horn, but that did not matter to the boy because to him, this was the biggest buck he has ever seen. the dad told his son that he was proud of him, and before long, he could out do himself. then he told him that he was proud to share this experience with him and he needed to do this with his son, your grandson, your great-grandson, and so on. the end.