By Emma Anderson
I am a mother of two beautiful daughters and a wife to a wonderful husband. I was raised around hunting, wildlife and the outdoors. My dad is a retired Florida game warden, so my childhood was surrounded by hunting and being out in the woods.
I married my husband eight years ago. We both had a daughter so we became a tight family of four. Our oldest daughter is now 18 and the youngest is 14. We have spent a lot of time together as a family in the woods and hunting and fishing. I can say we have seen our share of struggles, but having each other to rely on has always been our strong point.
Four years ago after our house had burned down, my uncle, a man I thought the world of, asked me to come to his house. When I got there, he had a bunch of hunting gear for my daughters and my husband. I told him he didn't have to do that. His response was that hunting isn't about harvesting a deer; it is about the memories and closeness it gives dads and grandfathers.
All the way home I thought about those words, and yes, he was so right. Our youngest daughter has also fallen in love with hunting, and she is always ready to slide on her boots and follow her dad. They can be aggravated at each other, but as soon as they get in the truck, it is all laughs and jokes and questions.
This past season, they got to share the experience of Brooklyn harvesting her first buck. She said her dad was more nervous than she was. Now Brooklyn wants to take a deer with the main item she wanted for Christmas – a bow – and has started practicing with it.