Ended Official BYC Mini-Contest—What's Your Hobby?

[muddy75]

#3 Hobby I'm a competition shooter.
I'm the gold metallist for the lady's aggregate shoot in the NMLRA in 2019.
I'm the gold metallist in the ladies woods walk in the National Championship of this year.
Picture#1 two silver (engraved fire starter boxes) and the gold was the cutting board in the ladies shoot.
Picture#2 Woods walk
Two bronze, one silver, one gold medals.
You get real medals in the "Big Boys Shoot" lol Men and women compete together.

That’s awesome

 

[GigitheBackyardHerbilist]

Great skills to have!!!
@ “my husband says….”

No chamomile this year. My chickens ate it ALL!

 

[muddy75]

No chamomile this year. My chickens ate it ALL!

Does that mean you have calm chickens now ?????

 

[GigitheBackyardHerbilist]

Does that mean you have calm chickens now ?????

Well they do sleep well

 

[GigitheBackyardHerbilist]

That’s awesome Thanks, when I was younger I threw knife and hawk. It's still fun, but shooting is easier.

 

[casportpony]

Hobby #2:

I also like to collect coins. I am aiming to collect all the coins from all the years. (All the coins in circulation.) My coin book is quite heavy. I nearly dropped it the other day!
I record what coins I have on Excel. Red means I don't have it, green means I have it, yellow means none made in that year: except the ones for selling in the mint gift shop. Purple means I have one not intended for circulation.

Can you add a picture of some of your coins?

 

[casportpony]

Hobby #4:

Writing. I've always had bits of stories floating around my head. One that is floating around my head now:

"A young girl sat shivering under a huge eucalyptus. Rain was thundering down, hitting her skin at alarming speed, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Wind lashed her hair, twisting it and pulling it around her face. She absentmindedly pushed it out of the way."

The biggest story that I have written is 96 pages long. I am going to self publish it on Amazon once it is completed, which is soon.
The whole reason that it started was because I went to school. I'm home schooled. I don't go to 'school' everyday.
But one day last year, I decided to. Only for a term. So off I went. I was made to write a story. That was something the whole grade was doing. So I started to write. The first thing we had to write was just a short page long story. Then we had to write a story for the rest of the term. My first draft was 6 pages long, no paragraphs. During the time I went to school I only learnt 2 things: #1. Triangles, and what makes an isosolies triangle or however you spell it. The second thing I learnt was that I didn't like the teacher 'marking' my story. She went along and scribbled whole lines out. I didn't like it. Why would she do that? It is my story. Those lines need to be there, without them it doesn't make sense. So when we had to type the stories up I just typed in the bits she had scribbled out. She never noticed, or she didn't care.
Anyway, my story is too long to write it all here, so I'll just write the prologue. It also doesn't have a name... I'll just write something as the name.

Spoiler: The Life Of Rabbits: A Story Of Sadness And Loyalty

A caramel rabbit sat on top of a rock that overhung a blue and black swirling river. She sobbed. “ Margret! Margret! Margret!” Why am I sitting on a rock watching a flood? she thought bitterly, that old elder’s tale is probably fake.

Summer Fluffle’s Elders told tales of the stream’s powers during a flash flood. The rabbit hoped that if she sat here long enough calling her friend’s name, she would see what Margret was doing.

“Margret! Margret! Margret!” She called again. A fat tear rolled down her face.

“Please Margret?” Her friend had been missing for eight months, and the rabbit was missing her terribly.

“Cleo! Cleo! Cleo!” At first the rabbit thought it was her friend calling her through the ‘magic flash flood’, but it wasn’t.

“There you are!” A voice behind her said. The voice was familiar, squeaky and a slightly snobbish.

The Cleo started to turn when she felt large, soft paws on her back. The big, fluffy paws stopped her; she couldn’t see who the paws belonged to. “Hmm, I see you’re not as strong as they all say!” The voice sounded triumphant. “Before you die, I want to you know something. Do you want to know?” The rabbit behind her paused then continued, not waiting for a response. “Did you know that you were adopted?”

“Wh-what?” Cleo stamered, her heart sinking slowly.

“Oh yes! You’re real parents got rid of you!” The voice was jubilant. “Ha! Your real parents didn’t want you, Cleopatra. Good bye!” The mysterious rabbit pushed her into the churning water with an evil laugh.

“Helwww…” Cold, water filled her mouth and she struggled to breath. She kicked her paws desperately but her heavy, wet fur dragged her down, down to the soft sand under the water, to the bottom of the swollen river. It swirled her around and around, draging her this way and that. It pulled her up to the surface, giving her a last breath.

As she was hauled down again, she heard the voice laugh…

“Good bye… Your Majesty!”

The cold water was chilling her bones, making her too tired to kick, or struggle.

As a comforting darkness came over her head she had one last coherent thought. Why did that rabbit call me, ‘Your Majesty?’

How about a picture?

 

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How about a picture?

Screen shot?

Can you add a picture of some of your coins?

Yep... later today.

 

[casportpony]

Screen shot?

Yep... later today.

No screenshots allowed.

 

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No screenshots allowed.

How else am I going to send a photo of stuff on the computer?