Personal Narrative: I Believe In My Dad

The first time I played baseball was when I was five years old. Whenever I got up to the plate, I was so confident I was going to hit the ball far and hard while using a light metal baseball bat. Fast forward to the fall of 2016, where I could no longer use a metal bat, but instead, I had to walk up to the plate with a wood bat. For about the first six games, I could not hit the ball out of the infield. I got into a bad slump and started to get very down on myself. I later learned from my coach that swinging a wood bat is very different than swinging a metal bat. He said that you have to do a fine job of getting the barrel out to the ball very quickly with the wood bat. After swinging the bat more and more, I understood what he said. But I

SPC Kohl-Harris, during the month of November you were part of the Range week schedule during this month. You shoot a 30 out of 40 Sharpshooter. You had struggled to zero by using the bi-pod, having to take off the bipod your group shot had improved and able to zero properly. that is some need to improve getting used to equipment that we barely use is good to have knowledge how to use the equipment when the situation dictates. The best way to improve is to have knowledge of FM 3-22.9 Rifle Marksmanship, M16-/M4-SeriesWeapons will explain the proper fundamental of shooting. To include, you were one of four concur trainers for Sit Rep and Spot Rep. This is a great moment and challenge to practice in front of a group to give oral training, which

This morning I meet my mentor at bear arms shooting range. We signed in and picked my targets out before going back to the car to bring in the shotgunn. When we came back we put our ear and eye protection on and headed into the range. Mr. Sanders described what I would be doing today and how that would prepare me for the following weeks. Starting with how to load a gun, opening, inserting the shell, closing,aiming, taking the safety off, and then shooting. All of which I already knew how to do from prior experience. I felt pretty confident in myself for I had shot before (I was wrong). Next he described the differences between shooting in a range and shooting clays that move through the air. Then connecting how my skills at the range are

All my life I have been goal driven, ever since I was a young boy I had the goal to shoot my first bear. I was an avid hunter and I loved to be in the wilderness and hunt what I could. Then finally one year when I back of age, I had my shot. I was hunting up in Swatara, MN and I was in the stand with my father. Directly below me was a 300lb black bear and it did not know we were there. All of a sudden I pulled up to shoot and I ended up missing... I was completely devastated since that was my chance to claim a black bear for myself. After that happened I started to doubt myself at first. I thought less of myself because I missed one shot. I then realized that the only way to get better is to practice. Indeed I did... The next year came by and I was by myself in my stand.

When it is my turn to shoot, I am in control. All I have to say is “pull” and in an instant a bright orange clay is flying through the air. My shotgun is up and my eye searches for the clay. As soon as I find it, I pull the trigger and instantly feel the gun’s kick on my shoulder, as if it’s punching me. The loud bang of the gun firing echoes through the woods and lingers in the air. For a split second, I see the flash of the shot shell as I look down the barrel of my gun. My shot shatters the clay into a thousand shards and the tiny pieces fall to the ground like rain. The metallic smell of burnt gunpowder fills the air as I finish by pumping the shotgun to eject the empty

Former President Calvin Coolidge once said that perseverance and determination were the most valuable qualities any person could possess. This became evident to myself during my first season on the BCHS Golf team, the first season I had ever taken part in, and on the first day it was clear to me that I was very much a beginner. Although I had been to the driving range a handful of times in preparation for the first day of practice I had not prepared myself adequately. Still I continued to practice, but it seemed to no avail, my swing and stance appeared to only becoming worse. One day after practice I requested upon my coach that I receive lessons from the course pro so that I may hone my skills, to which he agreed. Sadly, after a myriad of

The instructor put is in groups by age, so I was in the young group. First, we had to do clay pigeon shooting. This stage was the one I feared the most, because the big shotguns we shot had a lot of recoil, and were very loud. When I was watching the other kids go first, I decided which gun I would use. A 20 gauge pump-action shotgun!

I became so much better than I was the year before that I was able to join the team at districts that year. I may still had have my sister's hammy downs, but I was more confident and more skilled in the game. Each year I got better with more experience, and became higher on the list of players on the team. Sadly after a couple of tournaments during the golf season junior year, I severely injured my wrist. I pulled a tendon, had a gap between my growth plates, and lost blood flow to a bone just in one wrist. I was out of the game for six months with tons of physical therapy, but what my failure from seventh grade had taught me was not to give up. During the time of my injury I helped the team by coaching them during practice and being a cheerleader. I may not have been able to play, but at least I was there for the team and gained some more knowledge of the sport from watching. Right after my injury was healed I went right back to practice. I know have arthritis in my wrist and there are days that I can not practice because it hurts, but I pushed through it. The whole year was hard on me but I was able to make the team again. This year I am no longer in the top five of the team, but I am still able to play and help the team

There are many different recreational activities involving firearms, some include target shooting such as skeet, trap, sporting clays, and hunting. Skeet shooting is a popular clay target game in which the shooter uses a 12, 16, 20, or 28 gauge to fire off 25 shots; each shot being directed towards a clay target (Recreational Shooting). The purpose of this game is to improve the participant’s accuracy and handling of a firearm. Trap shooting includes five stations aligned in a semi-circle, one station for each of the participants. Each player is expected to fire 5 shots before advancing to the next station. Once all 25 shots have been fired, the game ends (Recreational Shooting). Sporting clays is another entertaining variant of clay target games. In this game targets are launched as projectiles to simulate the flight path of birds. Once the projectiles are released, participants are expected to fire their 12 gauges into the air, in attempt to hit the moving target (Recreational Shooting). This fun game helps to stimulate field shooting. Another popular recreational activity is hunting; in this sport many gun owners can be expected to

Jim here, Uncle Jim some call me. My story from several deer hunting years back goes like this: I have a saying about shooting at deer. You sight your gun in and make sure it hits where it should. So I am usually late gettin’ this done. I have a Thompson Center 54 cal. muzzleloader. Usually shoots right on so I was not to worried about it being right on. So the evening before deer season opened took my target to a safe shooting spot set up sandbag and thought I would shoot about 2 times to make sure it was still on. I had ten 54 cal. bullets. I have always said you better make your first shot count so if it takes nine in the target so be it. Well I shot 9 shots all over the target and could not get it sighted in. Gave up went to put my gun in the truck and the front fell off. Found the problem of not a good group of shots. Too late to get any more loads so I called a friend and said I should meet him on the hill where I am going to hunt and borrow a bullet from him. That problem solved, back to my front sight. Well I put my sight on my gun centered it on the barrel and scotch taped it.

It all started one beautiful evening that seemed like just another hunt. I had basketball practice that evening but it up getting canceled for some odd reason practice never got canceled on Sundays but this Sunday was different. Deer hunting earlier in my life wasn't that special to me because of the early failure i encountered. When i was younger i missed four deer in a small time frame and eventually i gave up because all my confidence disappeared. For years my father would ask me “You gonna come with me this year?” I would sigh and tell him because all the confidence was drained from me. Well the same question came back around and i thought about it and i eventually thought about it and i decided to get back into it. I started shooting my

The school recognized the team’s 3rd placement in state and supported the team through funding, allowing the coaches to purchase brand new rifles for our school. Holding the fresh rifle in my own hands was the exciting part; it was later revealed to be the most frustrating part since that was the only thing I could do. Basics such as spinning or doing a single toss was an immediate struggle. Catching it properly was out of the question as the rifle slammed constantly into the hard surface of the cafeteria. Embarrassed yet eager to improve, I practiced outside of school to grow accustomed to the handsome equipment. By the time it was Winterguard season once again, the pure white had been discolored from the desperate grip of the brown gloves and green grass stains smeared the tips of the

Freshman golf ended miserably, but I wasn’t even close to giving up. In Arkansas golf, high school isn’t a big deal like in Football and Basketball. It’s the tournaments held by the Arkansas State golf Association that are most respected. So my golfing year wasn’t really over, it had actually just begun. So I began to practice more, and focus solely on golf. It seemed the harder I practiced, the worse I got. I was trying too hard, and playing badly in tournaments. It was extremely heartbreaking. This was the only think that I had complete confidence in and I couldn’t

I had never thought of golf being a sport that I would want to make a high school career out of, but it dawned on me that if I try my hardest and put in the time I could possibly succeed at this sport. That summer I put the time, effort, and work in to get good. I’m going to be honest, I would not have any success at the start. I would chunk it while trying to take divots like the pros, or I would top it and it would roll down the fairway. I couldn’t figure it out. Once again I wanted to quit; I wanted to give up. But a very unlikely person would not let me.

In my first year, my hitting was terrible and I had only one hit in twenty games. During the off-season, however, I took a lot of time to practice on hitting on the baseball field, at the batting cage, and with a batting tee with my head coach. My head coach wanted me to