Deer season was still two months away, but I backpacked in with all the things I needed: a stand, mineral block, rake, and dripper. I manipulated the stand to be able to see my mineral block and the worn deer trail. With the branches trimmed for a clear path, I climbed down. Next, I took the rake and headed to the overgrown thicket and began to tear up the ground. This was how deer marked their territory and I had created a mock scrape in hopes of bringing in a mature buck.
They went hunting together a lot. Until someone died while he was hunting so he stopped. Unit a tournament came up and he entered it and won a golden cup and money. That money that he won they were able to moved to town and go to school ,but before they moved something tragic happened. Little Ann and Old Dan (those are the dogs) died.
All of the stress I have had on me the past month has been weighing me down. Now when I go hunting think of where I should shoot it for a clean kill. I think what the deer brings me, like the meet, the hide, and the warmth from the hide . I praise the lord now for what he has given me. I have to fill two more tags by the end of second season of deer hunting.
We then packed up and headed home. When we got home my dad took out the backstraps to cook and we brought the deer to Swank's Meats in St.Croix to get it ground up into ground venison. Shooting my first deer has changed me because it has changed the way I look at hunting. It has made me want to continue to hunt. It has also made me a more confident
Genghis Khan Even though Genghis Khan and his army killed 30 to 40 million people through his conquering of most of middle Asia with the help of a great army, he had the most powerful attack strategy in the world. In his early days he was know as Temujin. Temujin’s early life was very harsh and brutal, he grew up in a poor village with his mother and brothers (his father was poisoned when he was much younger). Temujin and his brothers would hunt for their food and it always ended with Temujin coming back with the greatest deer or critter, he was very skilled with a bow and arrow. One day himself and his older brother were hunting and they got into a fight over a small deer, it resulted in Temujin killing his older brother and his brother was never seen again.
My father and I were traveling in our truck from our house, tired from packing for our trip to our box blind in the woods. We were going hunting for a deer that morning at four A.M. We were nervous feeling the pressure of hunting in our stomachs. It was a cold morning nearly fifty-degrees outside, cold enough that I needed warm clothing. I felt cramped while riding with all of our gear in the cab with us, wishing I could get out and stretch my legs. Eventually I fell asleep, listening to music on my iPod wondering when we 'll reach our destination.
Tub waits in the snow for his friends, Frank and Kenny, to pick him up for their annual hunting trip. They arrive and immediately Kenny begins to antagonize Tub. Once the men reach the woods, Tub’s size causes him to lag behind the other two men. They hunt for hours to no avail, and once they settle down to eat, Kenny continues to make fun of Tub, with Frank joining in. However, Tub excuses his obesity as an inherited trait.
On Tuesday after my mom dropped me off, she went back home and picked up my grandma from our house. She stayed the weekend and my mom was driving her to the train station. About half way through the trip, something happened. There was a moose in the road! They tried to drive around, but it kept walking as they moved.
Having a babysitter means that someone trusts you with their child. Close to death my life flashed in front of me as if I was a deer in the middle of the highway. You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today. At the bottom soft, cozy but fresh staircase I learn that I fought a battle and someone lost the courage to fight. After a long hot day with my dad at his mechanic shop, licking cream I was dropped off by my cousin 's house overnight because my mom had to work.
The pungent smell of manure would waft down the hallways as students walked to and from class, I was always late to school because I would get trapped behind tractors on the single lane highway, and there were always pickup trucks in the parking lot. That being said, I loved this school with all of my heart. Friday night football would always make the front of our small-town newspaper, our school spirit was incredible, I knew everyone in my high school by name, and the teachers had great relationships with the students. However, the second trimester of my senior year, everything changed.
In order to provide for the year-round demand, Johnnie hired trusted friends to hunt pheasants, a majority of the time out-of-season. After a successful hunt, they hid the birds at predetermined locations inside of haystacks, the seemingly definitive South Dakota concealment. Subsequently, Johnnie made regular rounds to the haystacks to collect the pheasants, after which he drove the over one thousand mile round trip to buyers in Illinois. Sheriff Edward Maxwell couldn’t ignore the birds hidden in haystacks, as he did when wayward smoke drifted skyward disclosing the presence of a still. If a farmer occasionally shot a pheasant off his own property to feed his family, Maxwell could forgive the transgression.