At the beginning of my life, I was granted the name that would be a defining trait of who I am. As a hunter named Hunter, there were countless jokes made about the correlation, with me enjoying hunting with all sorts of people, but mainly my family. Through all the experiences I have shared with my family and their friends, I developed the connection that I have with the rifles today. For starters, rifles have been cycling through my dad’s side of the family for as long as I can remember. With rifles having been such a presence in my life, even imagining holding one gives me an overwhelming sensation of nostalgia. The cool breeze would brush across my camouflage wear while the individual bristles of grass glided across my face as I lay, attempting to obscure myself from any nearby animals. With the endless feelings that rush to my head as a result of the memories I have had with rifles, their significance in my life is like no other connection that I have. Rifles are a direct representation of who my family is. They signify my redneck heritage of roaming in the wilderness and camping trips. The amount of memories and achievements that we have gained through rifles give people a better understanding of my family's culture. Contrary to my mom who has lived in Nevada her whole life, my dad arrived in Nevada as a result of his work, and with him, he brought everything that defines him, including his rifles from Utah. Even if my family may not have experienced much discrimination in their story, what impacted them brought what makes my family who they are today.
 

– Hunter Anderson

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