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TITLE: waisting time
By olivia gates

please help

Proverbs 10:7 says, “The memory of the righteous will be a blessing.” If there is anything in life that I truly desire is to be a blessing . Reading a story in Mike Prine’s book Cows to Christians the title Making memories has got me to thinking. What memories am I making with my children and grandchildren, while in my deer stand?
Time is a precious thing that we possess. Isaiah 33:6 says, “He will be the sure foundation for your time, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the Lord is the key to this treasure.(Niv)
Some will say that I am just wasting time. Others will say how foolish to do this hunting thing.
This year at the beginning of hunting season, early November, my daughter Rachael and I spent some wonderful time enjoying God’s creatures together. Upon settling into my deer stand around 4:00 in the evening. We both fussed at two fat fox squirrels for eating corn and scampering up and down the trees. At one time one even tried to climb in the stand with us. He had climbed a very small pine tree next to the stand, and was in the process of jumping on to the stand. All of a sudden he spied a red head and shot back down the same tree with lightening speed, and across the pasture. It scared the both of us and made us jump also. Late in the afternoon Rachael bumped my leg and said,” the deer are coming.” Sure enough they appeared like ghost in the night. One by one they followed each other down the same trail out into the open field. The does and their babies began to have a field day of pleasure. Some of the does were more cautious than others, becoming frozen statues , as something caught their attention. Soon all of them were enjoying a corn and acorn casserole. The little babies began to play with no inhibitions at all. They ran and jumped at each other and even reared up and pawed at each other. This particular scene caught me off guard and I let out a small squeal and they froze. Rachael punched me in the leg and whispered for me to be quite. We sat there until darkness over came us and them.
Another time I was going to my stand when Colton saw me and asked , “if he could come with me?” “Yes , of course was my answer.” He ran down to my house and crossed the road to the pasture. Colton was eight at the time. When he arrived I saw that he had a small cloth bag. I asked him, “What is in the bag?” He replied, “ a notebook to draw on.” We settled into my stand and began the vigil of the deer. I so wanted to be the first to see a deer, but he saw a doe on the other side of the fence first. Bumping my leg just like his mother, he whispered their they come. Sure enough there was a big older doe just across the barbed wire fence. Then a much smaller doe with a baby came out into the pasture. We watched them until darkness overcame us. On the way back to the house I told Colton to write me a story about our hunt. At first he said he couldn’t write, but some time later he gave me his story. Here is his story. ALL ABOUT HUNTING
Ones a ponatam a little boy and his BB went hunting and saw a deer. They stared at it for a long time and something spocedt it and it ran for a little will and stoped and ate corn and ran away. But they saw a nother deer in the trees and it was walking and then it ran a way sow they went and got corn and put som out sow they cold come the necst morning.
The end.
On Friday Ryan, young eyes , who was ten came hunting with me. I searched the fence row across the pasture for signs of any deer. At 5:02 Ryan said, “There they are, they are coming.” “Where I exclaimed as quietly as possible?” Sure enough there was a doe. Ryan also told me that a bigger deer was just inside the wood line to the right of the doe. I never could find the bigger deer in the wood line. The single doe come out and ate some corn. Our blue tick who was across the road in his pen bellowed a couple of times and the doe literally flew over the back fence and disappeared into the woods.
Mike hunted with me several times and we never seen any deer. He always said “he was going to shoot my does.” God knew when to send them out and when not to.
So was this season a waste of my time. Are you kidding me! WOW! I have had a wonderful time. Sharing God’s creatures with my family. Time well spent to me.
P.S. Carly who is seven, wants to know when it is her turn? Next year if the good Lord is willing and the creek don’t rise.
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