coming of manhood

A detailed Summary of coming of manhood

I have many fond memories of the great outdoors during my childhood. My grandparents are commonly part of the wonderful times during my earlier years. I often find myself reminiscing about fishing trips spent with my grandfather and grandmother in the summer, and how it was a wonderful way to share special moments with each other. I recall the great excitement I felt overhearing plans concerning a special camping trip, and the long enjoyable rides in the motor home. They were good times, but none of the memories are as great as my first hunting season when I made my first kill, a beautiful white tailed deer. I can remember it as if it were yesterday.

Every year my grandparents leave for a week in November to go deer hunting in central West Virginia. I always wanted to go, but I was told I was too young. However this year was different. I turned fifteen and my grandfather told me I was about to reach my manhood. I was going hunting with my grandparents. I was extremely excited. My grandfather made a special shopping trip for me. He purchased a hunting suit, boots, gloves, and other hunting accessories to keep me warm in the cold winter weather. My most valued possession is an old 30.06 Spring

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We started the truck and headed out to an old farm where we hunted. It was only two miles down the road from our campsite. Because my grandfather has the tendency to drive so slowly it seemed like the longest drive in the world. Once we arrived at the farm we stepped out of the truck and grabbed our rifles. We started walking through the thick over grown field toward a thicket of trees. We walked quietly making sure we did not startle any deer. Once we arrived at the thicket it was time to sit and wait. It is a refreshing feeling to sit and breath in fresh air. Also, listening to the animals in the woods was exciting. The birds chirping and the winter snow falling from the trees made me feel like a part of nature. Unfortunately we did not hear a deer snort while sitting in the snowy thicket. We sat still until lunchtime then decided to head back to the truck and eat our lunches.

Every year when fall comes around I always feel the knots in my stomach and memories from previous hunts play in my head time after time. I cannot wait to have a son of my own so I can share in the memories like I had when I was a child. That way he can experience the great outdoors the way I did. The memories will last forever.

field rifle my grandfather gave me. It is not the most handsome looking rifle in the world. There is a little rust on the barrel and dings in the wood, but I was proud to carry it on my

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