Personal Narrative: Hunting

We were waiting for these turkeys to come out right in front of us and I was ready to shoot. We weren 't sure if the turkeys were down yet but the first turkey was so we figured they were too. They kept gobbling to each other and racking off in the woods. The trees were shaking and we were getting nervous. Those turkeys never came but they were still in the trees just chilling.

He grasped the trigger, and shot. ‘’Bang,‘‘ the bullet exploded with power right out of the gun. Jamie looked up to find his trophy buck, but he could not see it. Although he knew to wait fifteen minutes, his eagerness took over and Jamie left his spot. Being cautious to make as little sound as possible, he dashed over to find the spot where he shot the buck. The buck was nowhere to be seen, but something else important was there.

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. "

“I remember going hunting with my dad, and taking little brother for his first time hunting. We had to walk across a makeshift wooden bridge and my little brother, 12 years old didn’t want

Through the light that his flashlight cast he could make out a man walking through the forest up ahead. He raised the gun to his shoulder and took a shot. He heard a grunt and the man fell

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.

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.

We got into our cabin and we started to cook dinner. Me and my family ate our dinner and then we made a campfire and cooked s'mores on the fire. After we ate s'mores then we went to bed. Finally, it was the day of the hunt and we got our stuff on and headed out, it was 6:30 in the morning and you couldn’t see much.

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 am currently trying to fall asleep in this cold and very uncomfortable tree. I can hear the pack of careers beneath me searching for a new prey. I 'm not worrying because I have my bow and they are too unskilled to climb this tree. I 'm glad I have the experience from hunting with you and my dad. I don 't know what I would have done without the skills you taught me.

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.

One day when I was seven years old I shoot my first deer. It was one of the best days of my life. My dad and I were sitting in a tree stand together, and a doe came walking out in the field. I grabbed my gun, and I had the does in the scope. My dad said on the count of three shot it.

When I was ten years old I my father took me out hunting with him and he told me it was time to. Get your hunters licences so that you could hunt by yourself and get your first buck. So my father and my mother and I took about a week to look for a hunters safety class and we found one in Alpena Michigan on the sportsman club road. So my Mom and Dad signed me up and in about a month or so I was heading to my first class. It was tough because, I did not want to let my parents down.

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.