Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich. That got boring, so being the 10 yr.
As with any story it is only fair to mention the rough times. Then when you read about the laughable times, it is worth it. There are a few incidents that I would like to mention in this book. Only because it might assist people in avoiding the ‘first time’ mistakes of owning this type of dog. Tailgate was built short and stout.
So I rode my dirt bike on the dirt path so I won’t get hurt. So when my friends got them a four wheeler or a dirt bike we cruise with each other and we don’t go to fast when we riding it because we don’t want to fall off so when I was enjoying myself my daddy had to take my four wheeler and dirt bike to a shop because it had broken down because I was riding it every day. So it got out of the shop my daddy let my dirt bike and
The twenty-four foot by forty foot hunting shack has been the home to a lot of life lasting memories throughout my life. We built the hunting shack three years ago. The shack has the look of a pull shed. With beige steel siding and a green steel roof. The shack has three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room/kitchen.
The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb.
I was in 4th grade going to 5th grade I was a big kid now. I could do whatever dad could do. If he could ride a four wheeler in the forest I could to. My Dad gave the ok to this idea, and my Mom, well she finally went along with a nervous look on her face.
Becoming a truck driver was the last thing I thought I would be doing. I was a child care provider and loved it. I never could see myself doing anything except caring for children and then this wonderful opportunity came along and changed everything. I realized things sometimes don’t go as planned especially in this changing economy, and that’s when the most adventurist, scariest and yet fulfilling career change I have ever made was staring me in the face. I have never been in a truck before so I had an array of emotions and thoughts when I went to school to start learning about this big truck that was both scary and exciting at the same time.
After a while they drove me up to a cave overlooking Summit. It was so much fun to play Indians with Mr. Bill or "Old Hank". We had supper of bacon, bread, and gravy, and I told them that they were to be scalped and burned. I woke up in the middle of the night by myself and got ready to scalp Old Hank.
From approximately the first two years of my life until age seven, I was in the Pre Operational stage. During this time, I gained the ability to use words and egocentrism, animism, and artificialism. When I was in this stage, I attempted to buy a gift for my older cousin
The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.
We were driving our gator through the mud, and we drove into a ditch on the side of the road (luckily we live out in the middle of nowhere so not many cars were
I waited until I was twenty-three before I got license. I scheduled my driving test online. When the day came to take the test my mom and sister dropped me off at the license branch. All I had to do was wait for the driving instructor to call my name. It felt like an eternity to me before I heard my name called.
The Road Trip Toby shoved the last bite of toast, dripping with red jelly into his mouth then leaned back in his chair. Breakfast had been a makeshift meal consisting of whatever you wanted to fix. He had a large bowl of sugar coated corn flakes, toast with lots of jelly and a glass of milk. His dad, mom and sister Heather were all busy scurrying around the house getting ready for a road trip to New Orleans. His sister’s “Cheer” team was in a final competition there and his folks had volunteered to take Heather and two of her friends to the meet.
In the woods, we explored deer trails that made their way to the very back to a beautiful creek that ran through the thicket. There were small waterfalls flowing down and a water hole we would jump in for fun. The only downside were the
It all started November 1. I was about 10 years old at that time. There were about 2 weeks before deer opener and I was getting more excited every day. We started by putting up deer stands and deciding who’s going to sit where.
