
A couple months my hunting buddy and me were hunting birds and he shot the biggest woodpecker I'd ever seen.The day after that we saw a pretty big woodpecker at the feeder.Then he whispered this is your shot.I looked down the scope then BAM! he fell off of the feeder we ran out of our blind to go get him and show my dad.1 month later in March on a Wednesday I was leaving my grandparents house when I saw the sight of my most powerful gun laying in the weeds. All of the sudden I remembered having my first kill there.
When I got home I put the sight back on my gun and went back inside for about an hour. I then went outside for fun and shoot my gun @ the grass when I heard chirping in a tree and saw a huge robin sitting there. I found a spare pellet on the ground and came up close to the tree and used the side of a tree as a rest. I then I got the bird in my sights and pulled the trigger and shot it right in the head. When I got there I saw it was still alive and chirping loudly. I knew it would die soon because there was blood on the sticks and everywhere. I yelled bloody murder to get Dad outside. He finally came out outside and saw I had killed the biggest Robin I had ever seen.