Rock River valley, you rock. Just sayin’. I thought I’d try something different this week. I love kids and the outdoors, so this week’s brilliant plan was to let my little girl, Taya, entertain you with some of her outdoor perspective.
Now, we didn’t touch or tweak anything. Just her ramblin’ on a bit about some of her outdoor experiences. So enjoy reading a few words straight from my 12-year-old daughter’s craw.
Hey! It’s Cat Matt’s daughter here! And you thought it would be Cat Matt. Looks like you thought wrong, didn’t you? Yuppers.
Well, October’s just around the corner. Guess what that means? Youth hunters, pack your guns and bullets, because it’s time for youth season!
I remember I got into deer hunting last year. We went in the winter, but it wasn’t my favorite thing, because of how cold it was. But hey, I lived.
I started out as a frog-chaser and a lightning bug-catcher. I’m over the lightning bugs, but sometimes I’ll sneak in some time to catch frogs.
When we go to the campground and stuff, it’s something fun to do. Then I made it up to my level as a fisher (which I’m still at), but it’s fun. Now I’m a fisher, deer hunter, and an occasional frog-catcher!
Last year, I tried squirrel hunting, too. I remember sitting there in that one spot. Then my dad says to raise my gun, so I did, I aimed, I fired. I thought I got it. But I guess I missed it by a little, darn it.
Oh well, I saw a few that day, but if they could drop the acorns for once and stay in position, I’d be good. But, dear squirrel, I will find you, and revenge will come to you.
When I was little, I told myself I wouldn’t hunt. I loved animals too much. I still love them, but I’ve been taught about and how they are overpopulated and, if you’re killing them for the meat, it’s a good reason. I even used to try to be a vegetarian.
Darn bacon got me every time.
Like I said, youth season’s coming up. Well guess what? Mr. Deer, you’re going down. Yes, I said Mr., which means I’m getting me a big old buck this year. (shhh … I’m gonna beat my dad’s biggest deer). Look who’s gonna be happier than a camel on Wednesday this time: me!
Well, my friends, if you’re reading this, that means you’re not fishing, so therefore go change that, OK? If you need some pointers, Cat Matt’s too busy, I bet. So come to the world’s second-greatest fisher right here. Yes, you
better believe it.
Well I’m gonna end this way my dad does ...