My Hunting Ability

If I had to choose one thing I was an expert at, it would have to be my hunting abilities. Yes, my urge to wake up at the crack of dawn and go sit in a tree stand for several hours. Now anyone with half of a brain would say that was insane, but in all honesty that is what keeps me motivated throughout the winter time. The excitement I would learn to have growing up over the years would not be forgotten. About seven years ago my father woke me upon a Christmas morning with a Remington double barrel shotgun, Even though Christmas was a time to spend with loved ones, I knew there was only one thing on my mind... And that was to shoot the beautiful rifle. The pearl blue coloring with the crystal lettering sent chills down my skin. Now my mother, an animal person, did not know about my father's gift, so as the day went on I could tell she was not pleased with his choice. Days went by and Christmas slowly disappeared, I knew I needed to get my hands on that priceless pearl, I just could not get up the courage to ask. Frustration crept in once I saw the other children playing with their prized possessions. "That's it" I exclaimed and stormed to the
But one thing I'll never lose sight of is my mother making sure I was ready and mature enough to handle a weapon, because a gun is not an actual toy like most kids my age received, I also learned that it isn't a sin to hunt if you use the whole body for food and warmth. I will continue to pursue being the best at what I am an expert at, which is hunting. I will always know that shooting isn't just a sport; It's a way of life, because nothing can replace the smell of oak and fresh cut grass looking over hills of prairie land. When someone gets the chance to see nature and all of its beautiful wonders, I couldn't see how anyone wouldn't become a expert