Johnnie's First Moose Comments

I was in that canoe and paddling it quietly, I was in the reeds and the rushes and I was lying quietly, I was holding the rifle but I was trembling in my first case of buck fever, I shot my first moose and he was big and beautiful and he'll never wade the lake again and never eat the rushes nor the reeds, I feel sick- - wasn't that fantastic to walk in that boy's shoes and feel his excitement, his nervousness, his sorrow... This is great storytelling and poetry writing at one and the same time.