Nature surrounds us, Me, Dad, and Nug, Dad and I walking, Nugget chasing a bug. Guns by our sides, Wearing orange vests, All I can feel is my Heart in my chest. Farther we walk, Down the trail ahead, “I’m going to flush the birds, out of the forest,” Dad said. Alone there I stood, […]
First Hunting Adventures – First Place, Senior Poetry Read More »
This afternoon, I got the time to go scouting in the woods. Then, I put my tree stand up. I found a good trail going to the cornfield. Four weeks later, I got the time to go hunting. At 5:30 I awoke. I did my chores and then I ate breakfast. I grabbed my blow
Hunting with my bow – Second Place, Senior Prose Read More »
Peaceful flowing breeze is playing with my hair. Early morning sun puts out a beautiful glare. Another day to mend mistakes that seem to be made without a care. A loving warm comfort that will hold you in mid air. Sudden intense feelings you know will do no harm. Even though you know your day
Peaceful Aura – Second Place, Senior Poetry Read More »
I wobbled on my paws as I paced to and fro in the back end of the old, grey pickup while it bounced down the uneven dirt road. I was shaking with excitement when it wheezed to a stop. We were going hunting, had to be, that was the only time I ever got to
Another pheasant tale – First Place, Senior Prose Read More »
The golden sun was just beginning to peak up over the horizon as my dad and I dropped the last few decoys in the water with a splash. Suddenly, we heard a sound like a jet plane flying over us. We both looked up and saw a flock of ringnecks circling the slough and then
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The alarm rang and I jumped out of bed. I kept telling myself that this was going to be the year. This was going to be the season that I would get a turkey. I had trouble sleeping that night but I was not at all tired by the 4:30 a.m. wake up. I walked
First turkey. Lasting Memory – First Place, Senior Prose Read More »
Life is like a tree You live, you die You can’t even live till a hundred and thirty three You can’t even ask why. Your legs are like the roots They grow and they move Until they get old like brown, old rusty boots And you can’t even do a groove. Your breath is like
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Gun in hand gear on back I took the icy steps. Before the sun a frost had come the moon showed every breath. To my delight the sun did light each branch and leaf there was. Painted trees with snow I see as November often does. And up I come as did the sun On
Gone Huntin’ – Fisrt Place, Senior Poetry Read More »
I felt someone shaking me. I woke up. It was my dad. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Ready for what?” “Hunting.” That got me moving. I jumped up and looked at the clock. It was 6:10 a.m. We were late. I took a 30-second shower with scentless shampoo then ran to the basement, put on
My first deer . . . my dad’s fifth – Second Place, Junior Prose Read More »
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