About me

My name is Jayme
I am a year 6 Brainiac.
I like to go fishing and hunting with my dad. I like to go bow shooting too.


Monday, August 19, 2013

BOW SHOOTING

Bow Shooting in the Hawkes Bay

On July 26th 2013 I went on a trip with some shooters and bow hunters from Thames valley deer stalkers club to a station in the Hawkes Bay. Early  Saturday morning after breakfast we had to meet at the woolshed for a briefing and designated areas to shoot.The guys from the station took us up to our area,they showed us where a mob of goats were and left us to it.  The first mob we snuck up on spooked and ran away.  We sidled around the ridges and came upon another mob of goats.  Dennis was leading ,and snuck up on the ridge line and peered over and spotted two goats feeding.  He waved me up so I could have a go at shooting my first goat with my bow.  I knocked up my arrow,and drew my bow back to full draw and aimed just behind the front leg and fired !
I was so wrapt  I had shot my first goat.....Yes!
Dennis and my dad ,mark were so proud of me. What an awesome trip that was.

Bow Shooting in the Hawkes Bay

On July 26th 2013 I went on a trip with some shooters and bow hunters from Thames valley deer stalkers club to a station in the Hawkes Bay. Early  Saturday morning after breakfast we had to meet at the woolshed for a briefing and designated areas to shoot.The guys from the station took us up to our area,they showed us where a mob of goats were and left us to it.  The first mob we snuck up on spooked and ran away.  We sidled around the ridges and came upon another mob of goats.  Dennis was leading ,and snuck up on the ridge line and peered over and spotted two goats feeding.  He waved me up so I could have a go at shooting my first goat with my bow.  I knocked up my arrow,and drew my bow back to full draw and aimed just behind the front leg and fired !
I was so wrapt  I had shot my first goat.....Yes!
Dennis and my dad ,mark were so proud of me. What an awesome trip that was.


Thursday, August 8, 2013

Adventures in the Pit

I went down the slide at the park as fast as a bullet. I screamed  down and I went flying into the ball pit. I went under the balls and a lollipop fell on my cheek and it stuck. I climbed up the balls there was a big deep, deep, deep, hole below me. “Oh no its too hard to get up” I think to myself,  grabbing the lollipop that rested on the bed of balls. “Yuck” even worse , this thing on the stick is half eaten and has a manky hair stuck to it- “ripped off”. A plaster landed on my face. I used the lollipop as a hiking axe It was cool going up it was half way in till light it was 100 and 50 meters up.I felt so strong I am going faster  and faster I kept going until I reach the top. I made it to the top.

Adventures in the Pit

I went down the slide at the park as fast as a bullet. I screamed  down and I went flying into the ball pit. I went under the balls and a lollipop fell on my cheek and it stuck. I climbed up the balls there was a big deep, deep, deep, hole below me. “Oh no its too hard to get up” I think to myself,  grabbing the lollipop that rested on the bed of balls. “Yuck” even worse , this thing on the stick is half eaten and has a manky hair stuck to it- “ripped off”. A plaster landed on my face. I used the lollipop as a hiking axe It was cool going up it was half way in till light it was 100 and 50 meters up.I felt so strong I am going faster  and faster I kept going until I reach the top. I made it to the top.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

drifting cars



The loud dified cars are making white tier smock by signing  their wheels.  They are going one  hard out and not stopping at all  unless one of them crashes-oh on. Engines roar as the driver change gear and the tyre screech as they drifting around    
the corners.  i like drifting cars because smock goes everywhere and it can be hard to see them.  the car road past the crowd  and  suspension springs up and down like a child on a trampoline springs.i hope i beat him said the driver in the front.              the end.











Wednesday, May 15, 2013


The old shed is falling down. Planks of wood are missing and falling off. I think they are being used for firewood.  The other shed is in good condition because the walls are not rotting yet. Haybales and old barrels are stored in the shed.
The rusty old caravan is sitting out in the open in the high grass.  There is a tin chimney on top of it to keep warm in the winter.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                

  


Thursday, April 11, 2013

Abseiling


I went  up the top of the tower to the abseiling man. He attached the hook to my harness.
He told me to turn around and face him. He told me to put my heels over the edge of the
abseiling wall. I leaned back and slowly walked down backwards. My legs were shaking. I was too scared to jump off the wall so I let the rope go a little bit at a time.





Kelly took a photo of me going down the wall. I couldn’t wait to have another go. It was amazing being so high off the ground.


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Mad Cat!


Mad Cat



My name is Tom.  The dog, Ted,  has just chased me into the pool. I am so mad because I hate water. I  am stuck. When I get out of the water I am going to attack the dog. I am going to scratch the dog in the face.
At last I‘m out of the pool. I am going to play a trick on the dog. I will play dead and Ted will come and see me then I will scratch him.