What I realized about myself is that I’m strong and can do whatever I want if I put my mind to it. This experience of hunting with guys the whole time and one other female and getting a deer was so touching. I learned how to live with a mess. I learned how to gut a deer. I learned how to have
The goal is so far but yet so close all i have to do is pull the trigger. Brutus waiting in anticipation, waiting for me to do my job so he can do his. I pull that trigger and faster than the bullet comes out brutus is already at a dead sprint for the deer a 190 pound body bag running faster than bolt himself, hits the deer with every bit of weight brutus has by this time the bullet has hit where i 've wanted it to. Now brutus can claim the prize he has been after almost being a bodyguard over the deer. Like it was one of his sons.
However, once I reached her, I saw that she most assuredly dead. Naturally, I was immensely proud of my son’s skilled shot. The large, sturdy carcass would fetch a sizable amount of venison. As I stood examining her, the sudden snapping of twigs behind me caught my attention. I turned around promptly, but no one was there; the noise persisted, it source shielded by the thick forest.
Ned finished Scanlon off by shooting him with a second bullet. I jumped down from my horse using it as a shield while I shot at the outlaws and one of my bullets struck Dan’s shoulder. The gunshots frightened the horses during the commotion and they galloped off leaving me exposed, so I scuttled into the bush for protection I sprinted for some time, deciding to hide as I was feeling exhausted I found a ditch to lay low in, listening for noises as my heart pounded heavily I heard Ned’s heavy footsteps running up behind me. I bounded out of my cover and shot at him, I missed, but Ned had a great aim and he shot me in the armpit. I felt a sharp stabbing pain and as I turned to run I heard the crack of another bullet being fired striking me
Once again I set my gun on my lap and waited. I heard it slowly crunching it’s way up the ridge. Then I saw was it was... a deer! I put my gun up slowly and looked through the scope until I found the deer. ( I was shaking so badly I thought I was going to shoot the tree behind the deer. )
My owner usually feeds me black clouds shells that are 3 inch 2 shot. I can take down ducks, geese, coyotes, and even a turkey. Friday night November 30th and I am getting a bath for the big opening day. I am making sure that I am clean, and ready to
Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck. I was consumed With panic, praying somehow, someway I would get out before I melt. As the man started to ski down the mountain again, I started to feel the heat. Boiling, sizzling, searing heat which I have never felt before, and don’t want to ever feel again. A weird sensation began to set in, like I was melting away.
George Rogers Clark: It would just depend on the night. Anyway, we finally made it to Fort Sackville. I thought Henry Hamilton would send home many men for the winter, and he did. We also noticed that there was plenty of space between the logs at the fort to shoot through. My men marched many times through with different flags to fool the enemy.
On the first day of the hunt, the reader is drawn into an initial comparison of the two scenes as the poet uses similar language to set up a description of the morning light of the two scenes. From here, a reader is inclined to continue a comparison, most notably that between Sir Gawain and the hunted deer. The hunter’s in Lord Bertilak’s party disturb the peaceful existence of the deer just as the entrance of the lady intrudes on Sir Gawain: “and while snoozing he heard a slyly made sound, the sigh of a door swinging slowly aside” (1182-1183). The lady’s forceful intrusion suggests that Sir Gawain is the prey that she intends to hunt. Further, the language suggests a predator-prey relationship, relating their encounter to that of a hunt: “she charmed him and she chased, but every move she made he countered” (1260-1262).