The canoe glides silently through the water as the youth watches for any sign of movement on the banks. The weight of his responsibility is balanced only by his people’s faith in his skills. His movement is slow and determined so as not to disturb the noisy blue jays that live in the trees. He’s been hunting this area for a few months now and he knows not only the landscape but also the lives of the animals that call this place home. He knows that the falls are close by the subtle changes in the current and a simple change in the angle of his paddle brings him to shore. He hunkered down behind a stand of seedling hemlock and waited. He prayed for favor as his sharp eyes kept a vigil on low gaps of the meadow before him. It wasn’t long before the buck made his appearance. He moved along the tree line staying close to cover of the thick brambles. The young man notched an arrow in his bow and waited. As the buck drew closer the young man could see it’s breath in the cold air. For a split second they locked eyes as the arrow slipped from the bow. A single moment stretched into an eternity as the arrow struck its mark. The young man began to sing his song of thanks to his creator as he ceremoniously began to dress the animal for transport back to his village. Once more his canoe glides across the water and comes to a stop where his family greets him with joy and excitement for his success. This was his first solo hunt and he had proven himself to be worthy of their faith.
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