Narrative Essay: Owen's Hunting Spot

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. The dripper, full of deer scent and hung by a branch leaking over the freshly overturned dirt, completed my set up.

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.

The men resume hunting as it continues to get colder, though it turns out Tub had missed some tracks in the snow. Following the tracks, they see that a deer had escaped to a private area, and Kenny wants to go after it. As the men leave for the truck, Tub lags behind again and eventually stops at a stump to sit and eat

The author of “Into the Wild” based on a man that had family problems, many of these things led to him to drive himself away from his family. I'm my perspective, it became a mental illness like stubbornness,sense of idealism, and crazy. Into the wild I believe is a state of mind where your mind can go and all the things will disappear like the excerpt “Nature” written by Ralph W. Emerson. Christopher McCandless was running from the expectation that his parents had for him and all the problems that his family had. He obviously did not want any part in it.

There is one thing in the woods that is really exciting and that is turkey hunting. Turkeys will get your heart racing and you blood rushing and have you shaking in just five seconds. When he comes up there strutting,spitting,and drumming, that’s when it gets real. When you hit that “yawt yawt” and he cuts you off gobbling that is when you know that he is just as good as dead. I am gonna tell plenty of turkey hunting experiences that i have had so i do not have to have a works cited page or nothing.

In chapters 7-11 of the book Where The Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls Billy shows hard work wen he is hunting with Little Ann and Old Dan. One time when they were hunting in the woods Little Anne accidently fell in the freezing cold water. When this dramatic event happened Billy did not know what to do. Billy wanted help but he knew it would be too late when someone got their.

In the text the story talks about Leo giving his wildfires presentation to his class. In paragraph 14, the text reads, “When somebody throws a match into the forest,” Leo began, ” he is a murderer. He kills trees and birds and animals. Some animals like deer, who are fast runners and the might escape. But other animals.

Then a loud crash echoed through the woods followed by a high pitch scream. All the Americans covered their ears and ran around in circles then all was quiet. Charles decided to send several courageous scouts to investigate the strange noises while he collected the Americans’ weapons. While doing this he thought back over the hard month the Moose Brigade had recklessly faced. They had lost several gallant soldiers and supplies were running dangerously

What’s your name? Are you lost?” “Yes, my tribe left without me.” “I can help you search for them. Come on, we going to see one of my friends.”

My Uncle Boone was amazed that I hit three birds in three shots something he doesn’t do every often. Buck complimented my impressive wing shooting for my age and little duck and goose hunting experience I had. I offered to go and find the ducks in the field since we didn’t bring any of our hunting dogs along. I scanned the ground to find the ducks that seem to mysteriously disappear once they hit they ground. I found the two drake green heads my uncle shot, my two drake green heads and one hen green head, and bucks one green head before I walked back to the decoy spread.

They wanted to find whom or what was making those loud noises. Rainsford, Whitney, and some other shipmates split up and while they was split up there was a shipmate name Paul. Paul was only in his early twenties. Paul was walking and then out of nowhere Paul turned around and seen a huge buff man bleeding from his arm add head. Paul was petrified.

This tale follows a tragic event that happened in the small town of Warrenton, back when people rode in wagons and didn't have phones or electricity. This tale is called The White Dog, by S.E. Schlosser. It all starts with a traveling salesman and his dog, coming to sell his goods in the town. The salesman’s name was Samuel, but he insisted on everyone calling him Sam. Everyone said he was the nicest man you would ever meet, always a smile on his face, a joke on his tongue.