hunting season

There is no other feeling in the world like sitting in your deer standing waiting for the new day to begin, and a possible story that will be made. i look forward to deer season every year, nothing gets your heart going like a deer coming closer and closer to you and seeing the atlers and knowing in a few minutes i will have my first trophy buck and that i need to make this shot count.
This year was that year for me. i got my first trophy buck. i shot a big 10 point buck last weekend on the second day of the gun season. it was sunday after noon and our hunting party has been doing drives all day and we were gearing up for our next one. we know this next drive held the biggest potential. i was honored when the group decided that i should be the stander(which means iam the quarter back and the play maker). they trusted me with making the shots.
I knew i couldnt let them down. so we stared making the drive and we were getting close to the end and i was starting to get disappointed and thinking no deer were going to come out. then all of a sudden a gun shot went off then an other and another and then i saw him about 400 yds away. then one more gun shot went off and then here he came running full board rit for me. i shouldered my gun and all i noticed was the big rack portuding from his head. i let off a shot then another and another. i said to my self wat am i doing he is only getting closer and i have one shot left i need to make this count. so i shouldered my gun again with my last round in my chamber. i put the cross hairs rit on his chest and followed him. when he was about 125yds i felt confident and squeezed the trigger. down he went i got him right in the chest.
He was done or so i thought. he got back up and stared running rit for me again. i said to myself u have got to be kinding me i knew i hit him good but we didnt want a buck like this get away so i yelled to my cousin and he put one more in him just to make sure and about another 20 yds is all he went. when examining the deer we came to the conclusion that i could rightfully call him mine. i was the one that gave him the bullet that would have ended his life. so now soon he will be on my wall and i will be able to tell this story for years to come, and i have a memory that will last a life time.

white collar world

How many of you feel out of place in curtain situations? Feel like you have to conform to the ways of others cause you are out numbered? Well thats how I felt when i entered in to high school. I am a country boy born and raised and iam proud of it. But I didn`t always used to be so proud of that.
I went to and graduated from Sheboygan Lutheran High School. Lutheran high is more of a white collar school you can say, and there is nothing wrong with that. The first 2 years of my high school life really helped me to find myself. I was a " blue collar kid in a white collar school." For the first 2 years I tried to fit in and confrom and not stand out. Then the summer after sophmore year I changed. That summer I realized and found the old me, the blue collar me. I cant really pin point what made me change my thinking anywhere from working the farm, hanging with my country friends, meeting a great girl, or other things.
From then on I changed my whole out look on life. I said to myself Iam who Iam and if people don`t like me for me Iam not going to change to just be friends with them, cause then there not really friends with you. I want people to want me for me. Ever since I have found myself I have been so much happier and have had more fun.
I encourage everyone to just be yourself, not to try and change for others. One guy I know said this to me " you make to many friends when you bull shit." For lack of better turns he was right. You shouldn`t have to go about your life wearing a mask. My advice to all is be your self let the focks in hollywood do the acting.