Autumn had come to Alaska. In the newly frosted areas, yellow and red leaves stood out among the green trees. I stood by our float plane and helped my dad pack the rest of our camping gear in the back. I was so excited. I was just turning 12 and this was to be my first big game hunt. My mom and little sister saw us off. As the floats bounced along the water I felt the excitement of a new adventure. Dad pulled the flaps and we broke water, roaring up out of the lake. I knew Dad was anxious to take me on this hunt. I'd flown with him on many trips into the bush. We'd explored places no human had ever been before. We'd caught fish and found trappers' cabins from the 1930s.
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