Katelynn Wouldn't Like This One.

I took a deep breath and started to regulate my breathing. Slowing it down each time until I was holding my breath, all the while keeping my eye on the target. I slowly started to give the trigger a pull.... then... nothing happened. I forgot to load the round into the barrel. I put the round into the barrel, regained my breathing, aimed, squeezed the trigger, and that cute adorable bunny was down for the count. I have now made myself an enemy to the rabbits, by killing not only my first but my second and third rabbit.

The fenced in area, called the killing fields by my host father, can only have a certain number of rabbits dwelling inside. If the number of rabbits exceeds that number they must be killed. So my host father got out the gun and offered me a few shots; we had gone practicing just the other day. I said yes and we went up stairs and put a chair next to the window. We sat on the chair and shot the rabbits from inside the house like it was a zombie invasion. I shot five times, but only three hit, which is strange because when we went practice shooting my accuracy was almost better than my host fathers. David shot one and unfortunately only wounded another, which is a problem because then it will run into its hole and die there.

We went out to retrieve the rabbits using the dogs for training them to fetch. I got a head-shot on one of the rabbits, its head was close to gone. Unfortunately I was told head shots were not preferred, shoulder shots were better. Another rabbit had no visible mark on it. We think that it must have been scared to death, by me of course, I just looked at it and it died! Well not really. The father kept the ones without too much blood on it to train with the dogs while David and I buried the others. We made lots of jokes about burying them, and I told him all the jokes about Idaho, since we dug up some potatoes.


My day has been going well I went to school and participated as much as I could and spent the breaks with some classmates. They talk quite a bit about the previous exchange students. His name was Marshall and he was from Illinois. from what I heard, he learned to listen to the language but never to speak and he skipped quite a lot of skole(school in Danish).

In the classes I would find myself daydreaming a lot, or studying Danish on my own, because its hard to pay attention to something you don't understand. Luckily in Biology it was all review for me, thanks to the amazing Mrs. Fenton, so I could follow without hearing. English was not so great, because I found out that Fanni, a girl in my class, is a much better writer then me, in English. After skole I said goodbye and rode my bike home, which is 15 kilometers away. Hopefully that will keep me in shape.

I am having a great time with my family and with every day this is becoming more and more like just another day. Now it doesn't seem out of the ordinary to be here. The only things missing are those I hold dear.

GodtNat,
Greg, The Fearsome Hunter