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my rifle and found the buck in and knelt down to give thanks.
the scope. I thought he would
never stop moving. Dad said, After our prayer, we left the
“Take your time, be patient.” The blind to retrieve the buck. I was so
buck finally stood still and was excited. I wanted to tell the world
looking back at the woods from what I had done. Then I heard my
where he came. I took the safety dad say, “I’m proud of you son,”
off my gun and slowly moved my and put his hand on my shoulder
finger toward the trigger. which was enough for me.
Heart still pounding, I took That was seven years ago
the shot. I knew I fired when I harvested the 12 point off
my gun be- the back side of our property. I’m
Jesse Hardy cause I 13 now, and deer season is almost
Junior Division Boy heard the here. While looking out the win-
dow of the bus, searching the fields
Grade: 7 Teacher: Miranda Lewis report of the ri- and tree lines for deer, a cold front
fle but never felt
Age: 13 School: Maple Public the kick of the came through last night. Once
gun that had bruised again, I remembered my first hunt
Sharing The Heritage my shoulder many times before in and first cold morning I spent in
practice. The deer hunched up then the woods with my dad.
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kicked like a rodeo horse. He took
off running back the way he came.
Finally, the deer raised its head. I
I thought I missed until dad whis-
didn’t need binoculars to see that it
pered with excitement, “You got
was a large buck with wide, tall
him son!”
horns. Suddenly, I felt a shortness
of breath. My heart was pounding
I saw the white underbelly
so loud. I just knew he would hear
of the deer as he went down. Dad
us. Dad leaned over to me and
said, “He just crashed. Remember
whispered, “This is what we came
to secure your rifle.” “Yes sir,” I
for. Remember your practice,
said, with a deep breath, I unloaded
you’ll be fine.” His words help me
my rifle. I sat my gun on the wall
settle down a little. I shouldered
of our blind. Dad took my hand
