The Highs and Lows in Life The crisp, cold mornings- the ones where you have to wear five layers of clothes to stay partially warm; those are the days I live for. Actually, I have lived for days like those since I was three. There has never been anything more relaxing than being surrounded by nature, on the beautiful Earth God created for us. Anytime I get the chance to be in the serenity of the woods, I am there. One morning specifically, I was lucky to have ventured to the deer stand with my dad. November 24th, 2006: a day that will always mean something to me. At the young age of eight, I did everything I could to be just like my dad. When the question arose if I wanted to go hunting, of course the answer was an excited yes. We were up before the crack of dawn. Putting on layers of clothes, spraying our feet with Scent-A-Way and getting all of the hunting gear ready were only minor steps to the long day that was lying ahead. The thirty-minute ride to Richfield felt like much longer and the walk to the stand felt miles long. I kept my head down as we trekked to the deer stand, placing my feet where my dad’s had been
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I have my own stand, I hunt by myself I shoot deer in the vitals and the prayer has become a huge part of my hunt. When my dad talks about the hunt of my first deer he tells people that it was when I learned life and death. He says it is when I learned about the highs and lows and life, all in a matter of minutes. When I think about that day I realize that hunting is something that I love and that it is about so much more than I ever thought possible. It is not about having the power of being behind a gun, or killing, or even the satisfaction of holding a deer in your hands. It is about spending time in the woods, doing what you love and not missing out on what could be the best experience of your life. Of all these things I learned, one stands out more than the rest, my hunting trips are nothing without
I have my own stand, I hunt by myself I shoot deer in the vitals and the prayer has become a huge part of my hunt. When my dad talks about the hunt of my first deer he tells people that it was when I learned life and death. He says it is when I learned about the highs and lows and life, all in a matter of minutes. When I think about that day I realize that hunting is something that I love and that it is about so much more than I ever thought possible. It is not about having the power of being behind a gun, or killing, or even the satisfaction of holding a deer in your hands. It is about spending time in the woods, doing what you love and not missing out on what could be the best experience of your life. Of all these things I learned, one stands out more than the rest, my hunting trips are nothing without