Jonathan
It's a nice day at my hunting range. I see a lot of people showing up in either jeeps or range rovers, then a green '47 Dodge pulls in. My No. 1 customer is driving that car, James. I see someone sitting next to him, it looks like his son, but he looks a little taller. "Hello James. Who's this guy?" "This is my new son that I adopted. His name is George." Then George says hello, with an american accent. He sounds like he's from California. "Where ya from mate?" I ask him. "Los Angeles. Something happened to my parents, and I had to get adopted." he responds. I can tell that he doesn't want to say exactly what happened to his parents, so I don't ask. "Allright, go in." and they do. I watch George talk to his dad, he's using his old rifle, while James uses his new one he's been telling me about. George loads his rifle, then waits for something to arrive. He shoots the rifle, and hits a deer. "Nice shot. You can keep hunting if you want. I just want to get at least one deer." I hear James say. He doesn't get much money, so he tries to save up as much of his ammo as possible. Since he bought a new rifle, he wouldn't have much for it anyway. 10 minutes pass, and James, and George get their money. "Good work you two." I say, then it hits me. George isn't old enough to go hunting. "James, I just realized, your son is not old enough to go hunting here. He has to be 21 or older." James says he understands, but I'm sure he doesn't. He just gets into his truck, and drives away. I am a little upset that George can't be in here, because he got some good kills. Maybe he could go hunting at another place, or just stay home to hunt. A better idea, don't do it at all.
It's a nice day at my hunting range. I see a lot of people showing up in either jeeps or range rovers, then a green '47 Dodge pulls in. My No. 1 customer is driving that car, James. I see someone sitting next to him, it looks like his son, but he looks a little taller. "Hello James. Who's this guy?" "This is my new son that I adopted. His name is George." Then George says hello, with an american accent. He sounds like he's from California. "Where ya from mate?" I ask him. "Los Angeles. Something happened to my parents, and I had to get adopted." he responds. I can tell that he doesn't want to say exactly what happened to his parents, so I don't ask. "Allright, go in." and they do. I watch George talk to his dad, he's using his old rifle, while James uses his new one he's been telling me about. George loads his rifle, then waits for something to arrive. He shoots the rifle, and hits a deer. "Nice shot. You can keep hunting if you want. I just want to get at least one deer." I hear James say. He doesn't get much money, so he tries to save up as much of his ammo as possible. Since he bought a new rifle, he wouldn't have much for it anyway. 10 minutes pass, and James, and George get their money. "Good work you two." I say, then it hits me. George isn't old enough to go hunting. "James, I just realized, your son is not old enough to go hunting here. He has to be 21 or older." James says he understands, but I'm sure he doesn't. He just gets into his truck, and drives away. I am a little upset that George can't be in here, because he got some good kills. Maybe he could go hunting at another place, or just stay home to hunt. A better idea, don't do it at all.
