How To Hunt With A Bow

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Grandfather the Brave... Grandfather wore red suspenders and a brown hat with a small brim. He walked with a slight limp, but the use of a cane leveled him.His hair was long and slightly gray, the feathers of a Hawk he wore in his long braid. Together the side walk the six of us certainly did invade. His head was always lifted high,you could tell in his face he was full of pride. As we walked two steps behind him all the way, we could hear talking, whispering and giggling,you should have heard what the people had to say. Grandfather said he did not care.He is a Brave and he wasn't scared. He taught us many things through the years how to hunt with a bow, how to set a trap, to plant maze and wheat in the field." Plenty is our yield". It all stands straight in a row. He knew just what it takes to make it all grow. We learned how to fish without using a pole. Grandfather knew that we all looked up to him. He knew to us he was A great hero not to be condemned. He said to me ,Takoda get your coat come walk the plains with me .We walked for at least seven miles. Grandfather really loves the Land .We saw elk, raccoons and deer. Birds and squirrels filled the large timbers with wonderful sounds to hear. Grandfather stopped and said to me, Takoda you are the oldest your a man it will soon be your job to look after the others and take care of them. Your brothers are young and not quiet ready for the great hunt of life.Take special care to watch over the smallest one because you see, Lakota is The Chosen One. I said Grandfather are you kidding me ? Lakota is clumsy he reads books and he's way to small ! Grandfather replied, He will be the one to protect us all. I said Grandfather are you sure you don't mean Kuruk ? He is strong and a great hunter, and with the bow he is an expert. Grandfather replied , The greatest warriors aren't always the strongest Takota.With that answer tumbling in my head I let Grandfather carry on with was he was trying to get said . He spoke of the days when he was born .He told of how he and his parent's were forced to travel many miles without adequate food and water across the American lands he called it "The Trail of Tears ".I said Grandfather why such a name ? He said because we loss many families walking this trail. Grandfather had tears falling from his face as he talked on about that horrible trail. I said Grandfather tell me about the Bear !! Remember Grandfather the one who's coat you now wear. I wanted Grandfather to change the subject. Ahh... yes Takota he said, well that Bear is now very much dead.He said it with a grin across his face form "ear to ear". Takota, "look up " Grandfather said, can you see all the spirits of the Great Indian's? I saw nothing but decided to agree.Sure Grandfather I see them .He went on to say well someday soon I will be free like them.When my work here is through. I have taught you and your brothers to hunt and plant ,fish and skin. It will soon be up to you to teach them love and compassion and common sense. Since they are without a father or mother I place this responsibility on your shoulders. I replied yes Grandfather I will do for you my very best. Grandfather nodded his head and we turned around and returned home to the rest, even Lakota the small little pest.Then one day Grandfather grew very old. He gathered us around his bed and told us his time had come. He said he needed to go. He told us of the great spirit Guides they will carry his spirit into the sky. He said not to cry for him, When we need him just call out his name . His spirit will be with us through our pain. He took out the feathers from his hair, handed one to me and Lakota the other. Grandfather closed his eyes and went to sleep. We sat with him until his end he did meet. I wiped the tears from my eyes tied grandfather's feather into my hair and told my brothers to prepare for our journey to carry Grandfather to his place of rest. We wrapped him in sheets of white,place him in the truck bed and drove him to his favorite place across the plains this would be his burial ground. Once there we prepared a fire and to the Spirits Grandfather we gave .And for just a moment I would swear I saw Grandfather's spirit enter a Hawk soaring High in the sky over or the tall pines .Many years have come and gone my brothers have now all grown. Kuruk is a champion Bow Shooter a line of trophies line his walls. Anoki is married and has five sons of his own. Makya now sell houses to those who need a home. Lakota the small and clumsy one,Well he has become famous,He uses the feather Grandfather gave him to sign documents. His job is preserving the Great Indian plains. I guess now I understand what Grandfather meant when he said Lakota would protect us all. Last but not least is me, I am Takoda Well as you can see I am a Story Teller with great Stories to tell of an Old Indian that walked with a cane. Grandfather the Brave who's Spirit soars on the wings of a Hawk over the Great Mid-Western plains. A Short Story Written by :Joy Sorrells please tell me do you think this is good enough to enter into an amature contest?do you think there is a way to make it better? I am open to any and all truly helpful suggestions. Molly sure I could use the help . Thank you !

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