One early morning, I woke with fresh excitement at 5:45. I ran upstairs and found dad in the kitchen, frying eggs. We ate quickly, then went into the porch. I pulled on my layers and made sure I had my gear: a permanent marker wrapped in green masking tape to label shells, a little camo pack filled with ammo for my gun – a 6.5 Creedmoor I was borrowing, a keychain with a compass and whistle, and earplugs.
