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adrenaline and have the disci- was not moving at all. I was re-
Senior Division Girl
Grade: 11 Teacher: Bill Reves
Age: 16 School: El Reno High
Sharing the Heritage :
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After taking the sights in, the
daylight was finally getting
bright enough for me to deter-
mine shapes and objects. A
doe appeared all of a sudden. I
set my sights on it while she
stood perfectly broadside. I had
an ideal shot to take, but there
was one problem. I could not
stop shaking enough to get a
shot off. It reminded me of
something my uncle had told
me in preparation for the trip,
“The key is to get through the
pline to wait for a steady, lethal, lieved at that because since I
and humane shot, or pass. listened to my uncle’s advice,
Don’t let anything pressure you the doe did not suffer. I thanked
otherwise. Sometimes it’s the the Lord for my harvest and be-
shots we don’t take that define gan field dressing the doe. It
a true ethical hunter. Like eve- was interesting to learn the dif-
rything in life, it’s simple, but ferent parts of a doe.
doing it correctly isn’t always That day made me respect
easy.” I watched as the doe wildlife even more so than I had
walked off, but I was not disap- known to prior to this adven-
pointed. I am proud to say that I ture. I hope to pass on my
had the control to not take the knowledge of hunting to others
shot. If I missed it, then I might one day. I plan on returning to
not get another that camp as an alumni to
chance share my insights and teach
that other youth who find them-
morning. selves in a position I was in
Next thing I
know, she reap- once. The inspiring individuals I
encountered during this experi-
pears with two ence exceeded my expecta-
compan-
more
tions, motivating me to pursue a
ions. The adrena- deeper understanding of the
line had passed and I was as mechanics and strategies of
steady as possible. It was just a hunting, with the hope of en-
waiting game until one of the
couraging the next generation
three stood broadside. Within a of ethical hunters.
minute, one stood right where I
needed it to stand. I told my
guide which one I was looking
at. When she gave me the
okay, I steadied my breathing,
put the crosshairs where I want-
ed them, and squeezed the trig-
ger. It felt like I was in a dream.
I saw the doe drop instantly,
and my guide’s cheers echoed
the relief I felt. Once we got the
clear to move, we left the blind
to make sure I got my harvest. I
walked up to the animal which
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