I don’t really want to go hunting

I watched as my dad chose to turn the calendar on the wall over to the next month and there it was, circled, my dad smiling and turning his head to me.

He says this is the day you become a man.

I know there is no pleading with this guy as recently I was kicking around the very thought of being a vegan. I believe I will disappoint him if I tell him and then he stretches out for a high five moment. His hands were so warm and entirely hot. He has this very strange thing to put his hands as close as possible to the gas furnace. I suppose if he could he’d put them into hot lava. We had radiant heated floors installed as well. I remember the day he had that heating system installed. He was asking the heating provider what else he could do. I still don’t understand the guy to be honest. There is one thing for sure, I can’t tell him I leave my regular bedroom window open a crack in the evening or he’d lose his mind. I know where he wants to go for this hunt and it will be a hike for sure. He ordered all the necessary items online for me to go with him. I never shot a gun before so he cleaned off his old rifle and diagnosed it a couple times the other day to make sure it’s good to go. I know I’m not looking forward to this but what am I supposed to do? I have to tell him soon or I am going to regret this.

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