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of fiery colors by dad when I was five or six,
the sun’s kiss. but I couldn’t stop laughing at
Its warming rays the sound of the call.
reflected off the We had parked the truck be-
tall browning
hind some trees, a good dis-
grass making it tance from the blind. Once
appear to be
we got set up, dad had me
long slender fin- look through the scope a few
gers trying to
more times to make sure it
grasp just a little was working. The scope was
more of the
working fine. About a week
before our hunt dad had got-
Taylor Telly sun’s rays.
The birds,
ten a new scope, electronic
Junior Division Lady after having with a red circle in the middle
their wings
Grade: 8 Age: 14 warmed of the scope in place of cross
hairs. His normal calm de-
Teacher: Kate Gallagher by glow-
School: Central Middle School meanor was replaced with a
ing rays, hint of giddiness.
started their morning salute
Sharing the Heritage to this beautiful sight. As we After sitting and waiting in the
s we walked in the took in the breathtak- blind for
almost
“I consider myself
dark to our blind I ing sight of nature two hours,
could feel the cool beginning a new day, very fortunate that listening
a brilliant red head
crispness of the for the oc-
my dad is there and
early spring morning through rose up over the casional
golden grass and
my face mask. Quietly we gobble,
slipped into our blind, set up started toward us. willing to support we were
the shotgun stand and shot- It was the beginning and teach me to looking
gun, and sat in wait for sun- of the season. The out over
shoot with a bow.”
sun
rise. The morning morning started out the open
climbed up over the horizon, slow and chilled. My field when
determined to make itself be dad and I were both excited we saw him. His brilliant red
seen. As it made its climb head rose up over the golden
for my first turkey hunt, that I
higher, little by little, the grass and started toward us
was old enough to shoot a
clouds were turned a rainbow turkey. I had gone with my 12
the sun’s kiss. but I couldn’t stop laughing at
Its warming rays the sound of the call.
reflected off the We had parked the truck be-
tall browning
hind some trees, a good dis-
grass making it tance from the blind. Once
appear to be
we got set up, dad had me
long slender fin- look through the scope a few
gers trying to
more times to make sure it
grasp just a little was working. The scope was
more of the
working fine. About a week
before our hunt dad had got-
Taylor Telly sun’s rays.
The birds,
ten a new scope, electronic
Junior Division Lady after having with a red circle in the middle
their wings
Grade: 8 Age: 14 warmed of the scope in place of cross
hairs. His normal calm de-
Teacher: Kate Gallagher by glow-
School: Central Middle School meanor was replaced with a
ing rays, hint of giddiness.
started their morning salute
Sharing the Heritage to this beautiful sight. As we After sitting and waiting in the
s we walked in the took in the breathtak- blind for
almost
“I consider myself
dark to our blind I ing sight of nature two hours,
could feel the cool beginning a new day, very fortunate that listening
a brilliant red head
crispness of the for the oc-
my dad is there and
early spring morning through rose up over the casional
golden grass and
my face mask. Quietly we gobble,
slipped into our blind, set up started toward us. willing to support we were
the shotgun stand and shot- It was the beginning and teach me to looking
gun, and sat in wait for sun- of the season. The out over
shoot with a bow.”
sun
rise. The morning morning started out the open
climbed up over the horizon, slow and chilled. My field when
determined to make itself be dad and I were both excited we saw him. His brilliant red
seen. As it made its climb head rose up over the golden
for my first turkey hunt, that I
higher, little by little, the grass and started toward us
was old enough to shoot a
clouds were turned a rainbow turkey. I had gone with my 12
