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watching my dad and my older when my dad woke me up. “Deer,
brother, and I’ve never been more deer,” he said softly as not to scare
excited about a family tradition the deer. I shot up from the ground
than I am this one. I was in the like a bullet out of a gun, and my
blind when my brother shot his dad reminded me to be quiet. My
first, second, and third deer which brother and I held our ears tightly
were a buck and two doe. Even while he shot. He got her! I re-
though I was young, I still remem- membered running out to the field
ber the excitement that was in the to see what my dad shot. I was so
blind, which was much like the excited! From that day, my child-
excitement one feels on Christmas hood love for hunting has become
morning. a lifelong passion.
The first hunt I remember I harvested my first deer
was when I was only four years with my dad when I was just eight
old. It was Christ- years old. I was using the same
mas Eve, and Rossy single shot .223 that both
my brother my older and my younger brother
Junior Division Boy alongside used to kill their first deer. We
and I went
were hunting at our lease in a tall
Grade: 8 Teacher: Anita West friend to duck ladder stand when I saw a doe and
my dad and his
fawn walking behind me. I grabbed
hunt. It was icy
Age: 14 School: Elgin and really cold that the gun and pulled the hammer.
‘Put it on her shoulder and squeeze
Sharing The Heritage morning. Even though they only the trigger,” Dad whispered. I lis-
shot a couple of ducks, we still had
tened to every word he said and
Wendall Phillips once said, “The a blast. My favorite part of all the slowly and carefully pulled the
Heritage of the past is the seed that duck hunts we went on was when trigger. To my excitement, the deer
brings fourth the future harvests.” we stopped to get cinnamon rolls dropped to the ground. After shoot-
Hunting is, was, and will always be for breakfast after the hunt. When ing the deer, I couldn’t wait to tell
my passion. I have been hunting we got home, I was so happy that I everyone. My mom was the first
with my family for as long as I can carried the dead ducks around for a person I called, and she was so
remember. Hunting has been a part couple of days! I learned at a proud. Then we called everyone
of my family’s heritage for many young age that hunting is more else and told them what happened.
generations. My great grandpa than shooting an animal; it’s about Like many boys, my favorite part
taught my grandpa, my grandpa building bonds with family and from when I was younger was
taught my dad, and my dad taught friends while waiting patiently for dressing the deer, It might take a
me. What I love about hunting the a shot. hunter to understand this, but cut-
most is spending time in God’s Another unforgettable hunt ting the deer open and getting all
great creation! Even if I am not the from my childhood, was when my bloody is exciting!
one hunting, I still love being knee dad shot a doe with my brother and
deep in the woods. Before I could me. We were hunting out of a (Continued on next Page)
ever shoot, I was in the blind ground blind with a blanket taking PG 6
a nap. It wasn’t long into my nap
