this is just to say

This is just to say by: Tanner

I have been concealing different objects

 in order that you are unavailable to play

the play station while I’m gone even though

I directly told you to stay out of my room

I know that you are sooo dearly depressed

When I’m gone that you can just disobey me

But next time you wont be sad,

you will be crying because I’ll brake the

Disk while enjoying every second of it

Forgive me please, if not you won’t

Have to worry about the play station

For a while. Love you lots lil bro

                                                                                    Inspired by William Carlos Williams

I am poem

Most of my friends know I am

One of the top shooters they know

Shooting has always been my passion

And always will be

I am sports

 Sports year round I do

To stay in shape for my

Favorite sport, wrestling

Wrestling, no excuses no one

To blame just you, shake hands,

WHEET!

 as the whistle sounds

yearly opening morning

why cant it be a holiday?

Deer season is here

the clueless beast as he has

been punchered right on target

I am a caller at heart

Knowing the pitches and meanings of

Each call I have, and use when mastered

I call coyotes, deer, ducks, and turkeys

I am a hard worker

If its putting up grain bins in the

Summer with north central automation

Or just helping friends and family

I am always there to help

Symbol Poem

Green

Green, summer time fun

Warm, sun light feelin

Swimming, just chillin

July night campin

Farm pond fishin

compition shootin

mt. dew sippin

hard workin

back yard mowin

4^th of july meetin

hamburger grillin

family meetin

summer time action

favorite place to be

                                                Opening morning of deer season

The opening morning of deer season

is a holiday in my perception.

Wearing bright orange clear as day

that can be notified from a mile away.

No better place to be

with God’s creations all around me.

Passing off decent shooters

Waiting for the thirty pointers

Day after day, no way I say

Has the monster been left lay?

Every hunters dream

is going to be

hanging on MY wall, I deem!

One of these days I will get my chance

To have my exciting victory dance.

The master buck will be eliminated

And my pride will be elevated.

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late

Dark is all I remember

Till I light the night

With the dew.

One sip after another

I felt electricity pass through

My body, then no more

Was left in the vacant

Can of my love I couldn’t resist

At the time a all nighter wouldn’t

Be possible with out my dew

My friends stupid dare

Who passes out first

Is a loser, last one winner

Simple, no rules

Mt. dew was the

Only way to make it

Till morning

Morning came

2 boxes lay left empty

as I feel weary

bed calling my name

good night

zzzzzzz…

I  needed a sip of milk

 to help Me sleep

It was late mid night

As I open the refrigerator

I grabed the carton

As I don’t even

Take the effort to

Grab a glass

I chug out of the half

Empty carton

Sour milk ugh

Splsss as it hits the vacant

Sink, I didn’t even

Make it upstairs

I was so up set

I droped dead

In the effort of going

Up stairs

As I snore on the stairs

The next morning I

Didn’t remember any thing

My neck was so sore though

Felt like I sleept on a thousand

River rocks on the beach

2 aspirins later I make the

effort to event move my neck

forget it, at this point I forgot

about the milk as I was poring

me a bowl of cereal

blaaa, nasty

it seemed that I have tasted that

recently I thought

gross!

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late

Dark is all I remember

Till I light the night

With the dew.

One sip after another

I felt electricity pass through

My body, then no more

Was left in the vacant

Can of my love I couldn’t resist

At the time a all nighter wouldn’t

Be possible with out my dew

My friends stupid dare

Who passes out first

Is a loser, last one winner

Simple, no rules

Mt. dew was the

Only way to make it

Till morning

Morning came

2 boxes lay left empty

as I feel weary

bed calling my name

good night

zzzzzzz…

I  needed a sip of milk

 to help Me sleep

It was late mid night

As I open the refrigerator

I grabed the carton

As I don’t even

Take the effort to

Grab a glass

I chug out of the half

Empty carton

Sour milk ugh

Splsss as it hits the vacant

Sink, I didn’t even

Make it upstairs

I was so up set

I droped dead

In the effort of going

Up stairs

As I snore on the stairs

The next morning I

Didn’t remember any thing

My neck was so sore though

Felt like I sleept on a thousand

River rocks on the beach

2 aspirins later I make the

effort to event move my neck

forget it, at this point I forgot

about the milk as I was poring

me a bowl of cereal

blaaa, nasty

it seemed that I have tasted that

recently I thought

gross!

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late

Dark is all I remember

Till I light the night

With the dew.

One sip after another

I felt electricity pass through

My body, then no more

Was left in the vacant

Can of my love I couldn’t resist

At the time a all nighter wouldn’t

Be possible with out my dew

My friends stupid dare

Who passes out first

Is a loser, last one winner

Simple, no rules

Mt. dew was the

Only way to make it

Till morning

Morning came

2 boxes lay left empty

as I feel weary

bed calling my name

good night

zzzzzzz…

I  needed a sip of milk

 to help Me sleep

It was late mid night

As I open the refrigerator

I grabed the carton

As I don’t even

Take the effort to

Grab a glass

I chug out of the half

Empty carton

Sour milk ugh

Splsss as it hits the vacant

Sink, I didn’t even

Make it upstairs

I was so up set

I droped dead

In the effort of going

Up stairs

As I snore on the stairs

The next morning I

Didn’t remember any thing

My neck was so sore though

Felt like I sleept on a thousand

River rocks on the beach

2 aspirins later I make the

effort to event move my neck

forget it, at this point I forgot

about the milk as I was poring

me a bowl of cereal

blaaa, nasty

it seemed that I have tasted that

recently I thought

gross!

Letters About Literature By: Tanner

                                                                     Tanner  Storjohann
 111 West Hancock
O'Neill, NE 68763

     Dear Wilson Rawls 

     After reading your book I didn’t just look at hunting different, but also reading. Before I read your book I would just go through the motions trying to get by reading. I would always get a good start and read about two chapters then give up. Your book just really stood out to me and changed my personality.

       I remember the struggles of catching my first raccoon. The first raccoon seem to take forever, them keen, tricky, striped tailed creatures was all I thought about when I was about seven years old. Every day after school I would walk through the grove of oak trees that looked like beasts, as I grace through the yellowish brown trees in the late fall. Trap after trap nothing, I knew there where raccoons in this area though still no luck.

     I didn’t exactly catch my first raccoon the way Billy did. I don’t think I have the skills to trap a raccoon with just a piece of wood, nails, and something shiny, I use my set of live traps I got for my eighth birth day. That day I saw that beast in my first live trap I about fainted, all those hard cold days trying to out smart him I finally had him right where I wanted him. After that raccoon hunting became easier to me after each one I caught. Not just did my trapping skills improve but also my effort tords reading became grater.

     After the years I have been showing my younger brother the importance and safety of hunting. Teaching him different strategies to figure out where and when the raccoons will pass by a certain area by using my trail cam in our favorite spot. I am my brothers roll model so I try my best to make him the best I can. Someday I hope we can teach our kids the values of being in the outdoors.

     I have always been a big fan of hunting but raccoons are my favorite animal to hunting just for there unique character. I will always love hunting, but thanks to you I wouldn’t have found my way of getting engaged in the right book.  

I Am From By: Tanner

        I am from freezing my butt off

Trying just to catch a glimpse of a coyote

Thinking to call a bust

But still determined with the spot

I am from being a turkey and coyote

Calling expert for Tony and my brother

While they just have to wait for the

Perfect shot, I give them the chance

I am from playing a different

Version of wack a mole

Prairie dog hunting in the open prairies

Wasting time and lots of shells

I am form boom, boom, boom

As you walk through the

Marijuana field, flushing out

Doves left and right

I am from the moment of truth

All day you wait for the perfect

Shot, now is my chance

FFLLTTHH as the arrow

Sails tords the beast

  

I am from spring turkey season

Errrk errrk errk

As I scrape my box call

toms come in hoping for there mate

now just to pick the oldest tom

out of the bunch

I am from nationals

Small meets turn into qualifying for state

State turns into nationals, the best shooters

In the whole country including

Canada and Mexico

I’m with the best shooters there is!

I am from Christmas in November

The first night of raccoon season

We had the trees light up with

Raccoon eyes glowing like

Christmas trees 

Hi I’m Tanner and this is my first blog. My expectations for when I graduate high school are to go to collage and get sponsors to make it big in shooting sports. If you know anything about me no surprise but in my free time I like to go sport shooting or small game hunting with both my best friends. Most of my knowledge of guns was hands on, which if I had it my way I’d rather have all my learning in school that way I believe I understand it better and faster. Thanks for reading my first blog I hope you learned something new about me.