Deer Hunting As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out since I already went out this morning and stayed up late last night. Before I knew it, my Dad was getting my gun ready and loaded. I then climbed in the Razor with thoughts going through my head like should I really go out with him and not dad later? All dad can thought about is me getting my first deer? He had never been so happy in his life that I was going hunting with him. How was he going to feel if he isn’t with me when I got one? But as we started moving I started to
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If you missed that’s all right. We’ll get it next time but let’s go look. So we got in the Razor and packed everything up fast and went to go look for it. It was getting dark and that’s when my eyes started playing tricks on me. I hurried out and was looking down this huge hill. I didn’t see anything! That’s when my Uncle Jack looked and said, “You got it!” as he pointed at it. A huge burst of excitement went through my body. “ I GOT IT? DID I REALLY?” I screamed the top of my lungs in shock. I hugged him looked and just was in shock. Then he called my daddy right away for he can help us. He was so happy for me I never seen him so happy for me in his life. All he wanted out of this entire trip was to get me a deer and I did just for him.
I think shooting the deer was the best feeling in my life. No one will feel it unless your a true hunter. 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
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.
“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.
When I started coon hunting I was the age of 14 the person that got me in to coon hunting was my dad. The reason why I stared going is because I see him going a lot by himself and I felt that must be pretty alone out there in the dark by yourself. After a year under my belt of just plenty hunting and getting know my dog voice and learning the rules of competition coon hunting My dad ask me if I would like to get in competition coon hunting the first thing that came to mind was heck yes! The next day we was packing are bags and was heading to Kentucky for competition coon hunt it was a 3 hour drive there and when we got there was all sorts of people there just for a coon hunt.
The preparation starts to pay off as the season approaches; the preparation, the anxiety, and the chills of knowing what is coming starts to get to me. As the night of September 30th rolls around, my heart races as if the next day is Christmas. The next day is October 1st, which means bow hunting season is starting. I go to my special place where I sit 18 feet up in a tree and wait for the sun to rise. All the offseason work and determination is about to prove as if it worked or not.
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.
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.
I could see that he himself was almost in tears, but you know he was a big boy, and was not going to cry like his sisters. Setting the suitcase down, he runs, and wraps his sweet little arms around my neck
This story is about hunting season and how I got my first my first deer. Last year it was getting near hunting season and my grandpa had offered to take me and my sister up north to go deer hunting during the season I immediately said yes because hunting has always been a big part of my life and I love to go hunting whenever I can. The gun that I was going to be using was savage that was the brand and the caliber was 7mm which was a very powerful bullet me and my grandpa call it the DTR gun because it means Dead Right There so when we shoot the deer it’s not going to go anywhere because when people use crossbows and lower calibers gun the deers tend to run at least 100 yards away from being shot before dying.
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.
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.
I had feel in the lake that was behind me and the chair went with me so that said”why did you shot sitting in the chair and I said”I didn’t.” My dad was on the other side of the lake so I had to walk over there and he was wording what happened and I told him
Until that day, I will continue looking forward to going back next year with my 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.
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
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.