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and our decoys. When he
away, wheeled around, and amazes me that none of them
came in he had his head up to ran toward the Jake decoy! have ever shot a bow or had
see over the tall grass, but He thought the decoy had at- the opportunity to participate
once he spotted the decoys tached him, and was coming in hunting or archery. I re-
he went into full strut. With the back for revenge! Right as he member making my first bull-
sunlight reflecting off of them, was about to spur the poor seye with my bow and the
confidence that it gave me.
his feathers were iridescent, Jake to shreds, I got the
scope centered on his head Because of my dad and gran-
changing from copper to
green to purple with so much and pulled the trigger again. dad exposing me to this
of a tilt of his fan. This time when I shot he did- amazing sport and helping me
We watched in amazement as n’t run; instead, he sank to the practice and get better, my
he strutted around the small ground in a flopping flurry of confidence has boosted in in-
credible ways.
circle of decoys. He stopped feathers, wings, and sharp
about twenty yards from us to spurs. As soon as I saw that Now, when turkey season
investigate the Jake decoy. I my shot had been true I hand- rolls around my goal for this
ed the shotgun to my dad and
pull the shotgun even with year will be to get one with my
ran out the back of the blind
him and aimed at his red- bow. My dad started when he
over to my prize Tom. Just
head. However, as I looked was in eighth grade, the
through the scope, I couldn’t like my dad had told me to do, grade I’m in now. My grandfa-
I placed my boot on the tur-
find the red circle. It was ther did not shoot a bow when
gone. I whispered to my dad key’s neck and pressed down my father started the sport of
hard. As I pressed my boot
that I didn’t know what was archery; therefore, he was
going on with the scope, and down and tried to avoid flap- self-taught. I consider myself
he made several attempts to ping wings and slicing spurs, I very fortunate that my dad is
fix it without alerting the Tom. looked at the blind to see a
there and willing to support
When it still wasn’t working he huge smile full of pride on my
told me to put the Tom in the dad’s face.
middle of the scope, which That was last year, and it is
wasn’t difficult since he took one of my most prized and
up the entire space. Once I favored memories in my pos-
session. I hope to make many
had him centered in the
scope, I slowly pulled the trig- more like it, just with a slightly
ger. BAM! When I shot him he different hunting technique.
jumped up, started to run
When I talk to my friends it
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away, wheeled around, and amazes me that none of them
came in he had his head up to ran toward the Jake decoy! have ever shot a bow or had
see over the tall grass, but He thought the decoy had at- the opportunity to participate
once he spotted the decoys tached him, and was coming in hunting or archery. I re-
he went into full strut. With the back for revenge! Right as he member making my first bull-
sunlight reflecting off of them, was about to spur the poor seye with my bow and the
confidence that it gave me.
his feathers were iridescent, Jake to shreds, I got the
scope centered on his head Because of my dad and gran-
changing from copper to
green to purple with so much and pulled the trigger again. dad exposing me to this
of a tilt of his fan. This time when I shot he did- amazing sport and helping me
We watched in amazement as n’t run; instead, he sank to the practice and get better, my
he strutted around the small ground in a flopping flurry of confidence has boosted in in-
credible ways.
circle of decoys. He stopped feathers, wings, and sharp
about twenty yards from us to spurs. As soon as I saw that Now, when turkey season
investigate the Jake decoy. I my shot had been true I hand- rolls around my goal for this
ed the shotgun to my dad and
pull the shotgun even with year will be to get one with my
ran out the back of the blind
him and aimed at his red- bow. My dad started when he
over to my prize Tom. Just
head. However, as I looked was in eighth grade, the
through the scope, I couldn’t like my dad had told me to do, grade I’m in now. My grandfa-
I placed my boot on the tur-
find the red circle. It was ther did not shoot a bow when
gone. I whispered to my dad key’s neck and pressed down my father started the sport of
hard. As I pressed my boot
that I didn’t know what was archery; therefore, he was
going on with the scope, and down and tried to avoid flap- self-taught. I consider myself
he made several attempts to ping wings and slicing spurs, I very fortunate that my dad is
fix it without alerting the Tom. looked at the blind to see a
there and willing to support
When it still wasn’t working he huge smile full of pride on my
told me to put the Tom in the dad’s face.
middle of the scope, which That was last year, and it is
wasn’t difficult since he took one of my most prized and
up the entire space. Once I favored memories in my pos-
session. I hope to make many
had him centered in the
scope, I slowly pulled the trig- more like it, just with a slightly
ger. BAM! When I shot him he different hunting technique.
jumped up, started to run
When I talk to my friends it
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