The Deuel Clan is very successful and proud of everything we accomplish. I come from a family of proud and confident individuals. My family has military personnel, nurses, farmers, and social workers. While growing up I was always taught things pre-maturely. At the age of three my grandpa always made sure I knew to take my hat off during the national anthem, as soon as I could independently walk I was helping with the chores around the house, and being the third child quickly taught me to share. Yet, one of the most important lessons I have learned was not taught to me, I learned it through an experience.
My dad and I were lucky enough to spend a weekend in Camp Ripley- a National Guard post in Little Falls, Minnesota. Knowing the beauty and …show more content…
“No luck, ” he replied. As I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight I started to look around me. Through the slim window in our blind, I could see our position, right on the edge of the woods looking out to a field. After a few more hours, my dad decided to change spots, that day we changed spots almost 6 times because either there were no turkeys or they did not want what our calls were giving off. While changing spots I got to view more of the nature in Camp Ripley. Although Camp Ripley is always beautiful, this weekend felt like someone had cleaned-up the place before we arrived. There was a perfect breeze to cancel out any heat and the trails and nature around Camp Ripley looked like photos from natural geographic. In Camp Ripley, I felt like there were more trees in the woods than people in the world. Every night during the weekend we got to stay in small apartment buildings so we could be out in the woods in time without having to wake up at 5 AM every day. By Sunday my dad and I had gotten pretty exhausted of the same ritual of getting up and going out of our zone, changing spots six to seven times and still having no luck. We decided to call it quits and empty handedly return home to my family. This trip was repeated for two years and both years the same events happened, we chose a zone, changed spots everyday, and still had no luck. At the end of our second trip I told my dad I understood if he
My dad and I were lucky enough to spend a weekend in Camp Ripley- a National Guard post in Little Falls, Minnesota. Knowing the beauty and …show more content…
“No luck, ” he replied. As I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight I started to look around me. Through the slim window in our blind, I could see our position, right on the edge of the woods looking out to a field. After a few more hours, my dad decided to change spots, that day we changed spots almost 6 times because either there were no turkeys or they did not want what our calls were giving off. While changing spots I got to view more of the nature in Camp Ripley. Although Camp Ripley is always beautiful, this weekend felt like someone had cleaned-up the place before we arrived. There was a perfect breeze to cancel out any heat and the trails and nature around Camp Ripley looked like photos from natural geographic. In Camp Ripley, I felt like there were more trees in the woods than people in the world. Every night during the weekend we got to stay in small apartment buildings so we could be out in the woods in time without having to wake up at 5 AM every day. By Sunday my dad and I had gotten pretty exhausted of the same ritual of getting up and going out of our zone, changing spots six to seven times and still having no luck. We decided to call it quits and empty handedly return home to my family. This trip was repeated for two years and both years the same events happened, we chose a zone, changed spots everyday, and still had no luck. At the end of our second trip I told my dad I understood if he