James Pressbox

A look at life through the eyes of an 11-year-old boy.

Uncle Fred, Dad and I went hunting in Kettle Falls. My uncle had

gotten a three-point. We left on Thursday at 11 p.m. We got there at 4 a.m.

Then we went hunting at 6:30 a.m. Uncle Fred got the three-point around

8:30 a.m. We gutted the deer there. Then Dad and Uncle Fred packed down

the deer and skinned it. Uncle Fred was reading a book on how to skin it.

We came back and saw a spike, but we could not shoot the deer because it

was on private property.

Happy birthday, Grandma Avon.

My family and Grandma and Grandpa are going to Ocean

Shores after Thanksgiving. We have been there tons of times.