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quiet child who spent much hunting trips and often took in
of my time practicing sports
while across the yard my un- the scenery and admired the
beauty of nature. Sometimes I
cle would also be practicing tried to capture what I saw by
his archery skills. At the time I taking pictures, but I often found
took no particular interest in myself not wanting to see my
hunting, the only thing I knew surroundings through a lens, but
was my uncle would often bring rather see it with my eyes.
a deer home to As I got into my teens, I grew
busy with my schoolwork and
show off to our
Kaylee Rodriguez family. sports to take time to gout out on
Senior Division Girl As I got older, hunting trips. I slowly started to
my uncle de- fade away from my hunting herit-
Grade: 12 Teacher: Daniel Ballard cided to age and how it brought me clos-
er to nature. However, that
take my
Age: 17 School: Ninnekah sister changed for me this past year. I
did not realize how much I
and me
My Hunting Heritage out to one of his hunting missed being out in nature until
spots. Of course, at the time we
my boyfriend forced me out to
Imagine sitting in a pile of giant just carried the light equipment the wood just a couple of weeks
red and yellow leaves, observing and walked heavy footed, crash- ago. His hunting heritage is what
a white sack filled with a heavy ing through the fallen leaves, helped him connect with family
substance to anchor it to the and scaring off any potential members; it also helped me re-
ground. A bright red, yellow and wildlife in the area. When finally, late to them as well. As I have
blue target painted on it shines after what seemed to be a million gotten older, I have realized I of-
brightly through the dead grass. miles of walking we reached a ten forgot about what made me
The smell of fall fills the air it is small clearing full of grasses as into the person I am today. Being
still and quiet. All of the sudden tall as my head, and trees taller out in the woods taught me pa-
the silence is broken by the than most buildings. My sister tience and gave me a real appre-
whipping sound of an arrow slic- and I sat in the camouflage blind ciation for nature. My hunting
ing through the air. The arrow for what seemed like hours, but it heritage helped connect me to
eventually stops with a thud into was peaceful and relaxing. After my family and other people
the target. I can picture this ex- my first hunting trip, I grew to around me.
act scene as I have lived through have a better appreciation for the
it many times. As a young child, I outdoors and found myself want-
would often watch my uncle ing to spend even more time
shoot his bow and arrow in my watching natures. So, I went with
grandparent’s backyard. I was a my uncle and sister many more
