In the fall of 2013, on my first day of hunting, we ventured
into the woods in Wells, Vermont. My grandfather taking me to this spot
was extremely special to me, because it was where he shot his first deer,
and where he hoped I’d shoot mine. I didn’t see anything, but I really
enjoyed just learning about deer hunting, and experiencing it with my
grandfather for the first time.
Although we weren’t successful that first season, I still had an amazing
time, and I knew that hunting with my grandfather was something I was
going to be doing for years to come. Since I had my mind set on being as
amazing a hunter as my grandfather, my parents got me a pink camo .243
In spring 2014, my grandfather took me turkey hunting for the
first time. We arrived at our secret spot right when the turkeys started
gobbling. My grandfather showed me how to work the calls, and although
I didn’t shoot anything, his ambition to get me to shoot something made
me want to go again and again.
The next fall, we had no luck hunting deer, but the bond we shared
while hunting grew. We shared laughs, disappointments and happiness,
and he began to teach me more and more about the ethics of hunting and
obeying the laws of the woods.
In spring 2015, my new favorite season, turkey season,
arrived. On April 26, the Sunday of Youth Weekend and my grandfather’s
62nd birthday, we went hunting together. At 7: 36 a.m., I shot my
My grandfather rushed over to me and hugged me. He told me it
ABOVE Turkey calling, one
of the skills acquired while
learning to hunt.