Narrative Essay On Deer Hunting

He passed away two years ago due to skin cancer. Duck hunting has helped me with my father’s passing because it lets me take my mind off things and I am able to lose all track of time, just sitting and listening to the many stories. I keep my Dad in my thoughts while ducking hunting and always look up thank him when I have a good shoot. When things began going downhill with my father, my uncle became a source of strength. I knew I could lean on him and that he would always have my back.

The Beginning….It was an early chilly morning in November of 2009. My dad, his friends, another kid, and me all loaded up in one truck ready to head east. I was only seven years old. We were going to Missouri to hunt whitetail. This was going to be the farthest away from home I have ever been.

“I love it and it has been a tradition in my family to hunt,” said Sydney Johnson. What some readers may not realize is that hunting is like another holiday for hunters. Many people can't wait for hunting to start. This is because they love the sport. Owen and many others hunt to manage the population of the deer and for the meat.

Wiping the tears from his checks, I giving him a big hug and kiss on the nose “I love you, I will be home before school start, I promise” as I choke back the tears. I had always been there, and this was the first trip I had taken without them. Seeing how sad they were made my heart hurt. Tommy lifted my bags, handing them off to the attendant. He then takes me in his arm for that warm, loving hug I loved getting from him.

The theme of "Hunter Safety" by Jeff Johnson is to not be conceited and over-exaggerate your abilities. " Plus, I 'm a good shot... Give me the trophy now..." "Dad says, his voice rising in tone, "missed him by a mile! ' " First, these quotes show that the narrator thinks he is an amazing hunter, but in reality, he 's average or below. "

My dad and I went on a muzzleloader antelope hunting trip, in Central Oregon. Four days into our trip, on September 1st, we started our morning off like the past three days, very tired. We stumbled out of our beds and, drowsily, we geared up and left for another unknowing day of hunting. Once we arrived at some alfalfa fields, my dad let me drive the dirt roads.

I was going through boxes looking for something, anything that would help me finish this project. My teacher just handed out an essay that we have to do on the history of a family member . My Dad told me if we have anything it would be in the trunk upstairs, but there were only trinkets in the trunk. I resorted to scavenging through the boxes in the attic. I gave up after finding nothing except a picture of some man sitting on a pony.

It was a sunny afternoon we are at the farm in Hillman. I was waiting to go whitetail deer hunting. My dad was talking to his friend Buzz for a very long. Finally my dad was done talking and we started walking out to the edge of a barley field. I was using my dad 's 270.

In the woods, we explored deer trails that made their way to the very back to a beautiful creek that ran through the thicket. There were small waterfalls flowing down and a water hole we would jump in for fun. The only downside were the

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.

“Oh nothing. I think I just saw something, “ I said while getting out the pool. As I got out of the pool, I started to search around. All of a sudden I heard a small ruffle in the bush. I immediately turned my body around.

Then I yelled “Let’s just go up to where we started out at.” Will screamed “Let’s go up to the bridge and see what it’s like.” So I went back up to camp where we started out at and Will went to check out the bridge to see what it was like. He would be back in an hour so I went and fished for an hour. Since it was raining I caught a couple of big fish in the river.

As he goes down this road we are bumping up and down constantly, especially when he hits a small ditch. That road ends right at our favorite fishing spot. It is called “The Backwaters of Crooked Creek” or at least that is all I know it as. When we get off that road my dad parks his car next to the woods and we both get out. I walked to our trunk, open it up, and release that we didn’t buy any chicken liver.

The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.

The first day if hunting we went into the Black Hills and did a lot if walking to find some deer. When we finally found some my brother was the first to shoot, since he picked the bigger straw out of three, which was how we decided who gets to shoot first, he missed. So I was next up and when we saw another deer it was really far away and it took my seven shits before I killed it. It wasn't even worth trying to kill it because it was just a fawn and I wasted seven shots killing it and that was the end of day one.