Since the day I turned six years old I have been in love with the sport of hunting. My love for hunting started when my dad took me with him for the first time when I was five. As we sat in the cold, dark forest, my young mind could not be any more excited as I took in the sights, smells and sounds the forest offered to me. That particular hunt we did not get lucky enough to harvest a deer, probably due to the fact that I could not keep still, but I did not care I loved the placidity the forest provided to a hunter. Hunting had become a major part of my life and I did not even have my license yet.
Hunting to me is something special. Not only are you putting food on the table but you are making some very good memories. One of the best memories I have is my very first hunt, it was my dad and I we were in the blind for maybe thirty mintues and a little six point buck walks and looks around then goes back into the tall grass then my dad rattles the antlers and he comes out and boom that was the end of it. It was an amazing expericence and every since then I have never stopped hunting.
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.
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.
It all started November 1. I was about 10 years old at that time. There were about 2 weeks before deer opener and I was getting more excited every day. We started by putting up deer stands and deciding who’s going to sit where. The whole time we were doing that there was only one thing on my mind, was I going to get a deer 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.
Then we left unknowing what was ahead. Something great or something awful. Days went by and my back started to hurt from sleeping in the wagon we were riding in. On the way I carved some parts for tools so we would be ready when we got
One of the best days of my life was when we went deer hunting in South Dakota with my dad, brother, uncle and two cousins, but before I tell you about my trip let me tell you how it started. We left early in the morning to head to South Dakota where my cousin Jacob, who had just got a job as Game warden in Custer State Park, was taking us deer hunting. We got as far as Fargo, North Dakota when my cousin Keith asked my dad where our license were. Then to our surprise we forgot them back at home. We were lucky enough to have my two aunts and mom bring us the license because they were going to Fargo that day anyways for a girls shopping day. They just had to leave a little earlier. So we just waited in a parking lot until they
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.
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. I didn’t know that many people did this and I was excited for tonight
As we approached the red and black car, I got into the car and noticed how roomy the car was. I was very exuberated to go to Minnesota. I packed 3 very stuffy bags. One of my bags was filled with clothes. The second one was filled with all my basketball stuff.
It noon now. My dad sent into the forest while he cleaned the cabin. He only sent me with a hatchet, some bungie rope, some bait and fishing pole with a small tackle box, and a twenty two with two clips full of ammo in case I see anything that could be food since we didn 't pack any food because we wanted to get away from the city. Guess what I killed, a small buck big enough for me and dad. I made small slay and headed back with some lumber and the deer.
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.
The more I drove the more hope I found and in that hope seemed to be strength. After several more stops for food, bathroom breaks, gas and taking care of animal needs we finally reached our destination of the big city of Virginia Beach. Pulling into the driveway I was surprised by new friends waiting to help us unload the U-Haul. Unloading our belongings did not seem as difficult for me emotionally as loading them did.
In a small clearing ahead, bestowed before me lay two trails. One to the left presenting sharp bends and plummets upon sturdy gravel. The other to the right, displaying its precise, straightforward path. My heart raced as my memory struggled to fight its way out,