Deer season was still two months away, but I backpacked in with all the things I needed: a stand, mineral block, rake, and dripper. 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.
Sister?” I said diligently. It became late at night and I didn’t want to worry my human. Faith and I went through the woods, spotted the cabin for a split second until there was a gush of cold, piercing wind. The snow started piling on me. I looked around to find Faith and she was also trying to push through the snow.
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets.
Snow would dance down the air to land on the white, frozen ground. A strong scent of pine was always in the air, engulfing my senses and calming my mind of racing thoughts as I made the long trek. The walkway was a peaceful journey, something I looked forward to every day as I wondered what animals would cross my path. One time, I saw a family of rabbits travelling along, a group of galloping deer following close behind. Whenever I was feeling anxious or angry, I would just visit the thin path and walk back and forth, for
It stung when it hit us too, it was like a bee sting that went away after a second. Mom and Dad got us our first guns - we didn’t pay a cent. We had lots of fun playing in the dark forest during the long summers. I would stay still in the cool dirt, looking for my next target. The branches covered my sniper’s nest with leaves.
We should take a vote, says Chris. All in favor to walk to the game say “I” Everyone says “I”. We started walking at a fast rate going across streets. We come across a stop light and overlooking us is a large hill. Most of us were wearing sweatshirts which instantly got drenched.
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. Eventually I fell asleep, listening to music on my iPod wondering when we 'll reach our destination.
For many days, Mosi returned to the forest and caught food for her people. One day, as she was walking back, she saw a great oak tree towering over the land, its branches reaching up toward the clouds. She could faintly see a squirrel, sitting on one of the lower