When I was in eighth grade I went on a turkey hunt with my grandfather, my uncle, and my cousin. I wasn't originally supposed to go on the trip, but at the last minute I got to go. My cousin was clearly the one that was gonna get to shoot the turkey if it came, since he was decked out in Camo, and had a 20 gauge shotgun versus my camp shirt, jeans and 4-10 gauge shotgun. We woke up around 4:30 to go out into the blind. We set up the decoys, and we were ready to roll. About 30 minutes after sunrise my cousin and uncle left the blind to go walk around. I was left with my grandpa who was falling asleep, and clearly not that interested in the hunt. After what felt like hours of just sitting, and listening to the gobbles way off in the distance, my uncle and cousin returned to the blind. This time they decided to let me go with them on their walk. My uncle was weary of letting me go because I wasn't covered from head to toe in camouflage. He decided I could go but I had to leave my shotgun in the blind with my grandpa because this "wasn't my hunt". We walk to a bluff not too far away, and call for turkey's. We could hear them all morning, but I hadn't seen any. They had saw some, but they were not close enough to shoot at. After sitting and going back in forth with the turkey's, we hear what sounds like walking in the leaves. Knowing that squirrels are all over the place, none of us looked to see what the noise was. As we are sitting there we hear a cluck. This time it wasn't in the distance. It was right behind us. My cousin and I turned around slowly to see a hen standing looking at us only a few feet from us! We weren't allowed to kill a hen, but this was just as good as killing one! Being that close to a wild animal was one of the most exciting experiences of my life. Mir is a story I will be able to tell my whole life.