Youth Writing Contest

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

As we drove away from the lake and I thought about my lead in the contest, I could only hope that I would remain in first place and that no one else would score higher

I got up in the morning When everything was dark  I stepped outside the door  And was greeted by a bark  I told Shep to be quiet  I didn’t want to wake dad  Because if

Come inside! It’s cold out there, the weather is no longer fair. Hurry in, it’s almost here! Winter’s coming, so I fear. Animals are making beds for many months of winter rest, Bears go hurrying

As my gluteus maximum rested lazily on a bench in a buddy stand that my dad put up before I was able to hunt, I came a conclusion. My conclusion: HUNTING TIME is just like

I was scared, and there was no one to help me. “Lizz, can you untie that knot on the dock?” asked my dad. “Yeah, sure.” The knot let go and we were off. Finally, we

The mercury dropped so fast, it bent the nail the thermometer was hanging on. It was cold! “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight!” my Dad hollered. It was a brutal cold evening in December 2006. It

“Pshhhh, pshhhh.” The water washed along the sand and wiped away the footprints we’d left behind. The sun sparkled and danced on the gently pulsing water, making it look like the lake was shining, as

I was really excited about this hunting trip because a cousin was taking my dad and I on our first dove hunt. I had done some reading on this kind of hunting the previous week.