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By ncagz BRONZE
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

This was my last shot. My one opportunity to make it to zones. I was either in or out. All my hard work and dedication to those practices that I dreaded going to was going to pa...
ncagz BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
life is a journey, not a race


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By starrynyt BRONZE
Tamuning, Other
starrynyt BRONZE, Tamuning, Other
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By DLambros BRONZE
Glen Arm, Maryland
DLambros BRONZE, Glen Arm, Maryland
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By ELWriting BRONZE
Grandville, Michigan
ELWriting BRONZE, Grandville, Michigan
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By Lily Johnson GOLD
Cannon Falls, Minnesota
Lily Johnson GOLD, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
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By BananaN3rd ELITE
Clarksville, Tennessee
BananaN3rd ELITE, Clarksville, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
If the pen is stronger than the sword, what am I supposed to do when the pen declares a war?

BrokenForTheMoment BRONZE, Thornton, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"When people see things, they should see them with compassion."

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By Amy Zhangada BRONZE
San Diego, California
Amy Zhangada BRONZE, San Diego, California
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By LilGibbs BRONZE
Phoenix, Arizona
LilGibbs BRONZE, Phoenix, Arizona
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KyleMoss500 BRONZE, Charlottetown, Other
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I have congenital hunting fever and three sons. As little tots, they spent their time playing with my decoys and scouring vacant lots with wooden guns. I hope to leave them good health, an education, and possibly even a competence. But what are they going to do with these things if there be no more deer in the hills, and no more quail in the coverts? No more snipe whistling in the meadow, no more piping of widgeons and chattering of teal as darkness covers the marshes; no more whistling of swift wings when the morning star pales in the east? And when the dawn-wind stirs through the ancient cottonwoods and the gray light steals down from the hills over the old river sliding softly past its wide brown sandbars &ndash; what if there be no more goose music? <br /> -Aldo Leopold