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
Daisy is my three year old black lab that is new to duck hunting. All summer long we would go out in the heat to train for duck season. She’s a fairly intelligent dog that would do anything to please me, but some commands just do not click right away in a dog’s brain. Persistently day by day we would go out behind the house out in the big back yard I have and see how far we have came from the day prior. I had four weeks to transform an inside dog that has never even heard a gunshot into a lean mean duck retriever. This was not going to be an easy task.
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. After about two hours of curiously watching my dad chasing two bucks around with a decoy, his buddy James texted us that there was a ginormous buck on his property. We scurried back to the truck and my dad, anticipating the odds of the buck still there, rushed us to James’ property about two miles away.
The deer ran away about 60 yards from where I killed it. I couldn’t even believe it. I called and texted my mom she couldn’t even believe it. We had to wait a few minutes to see where it was because if it was still alive we didn’t want to scare it off. We waited 5 minutes but during those five minutes me and my dad celebrated and hugged for probably 2 minutes. After the 5 minutes me and my dad followed the blood trail down to where the deer was and sure enough the deer was laying right there in front of our eyes. It was a 6 point with a big body and it was so pretty. At this point and time me and my dad were still shaking. Of course we had to take a picture so I grabbed the deer's antlers and held them with pride. My dad was so proud of me, I was about the same age he was when he killed his first deer too.
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. The only works cited i need is my mind and memory. You can also tells a few lies when you are turkey hunting too. Just like fishing.
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
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.
It was a cold breezy morning when I walked outside. Goosebumps cover my body because of excitement and nervousness. It was finally here, opening day for the gun hunt.. Grabbing my blaze orange and unzipping the jacket, I put it on. I grabbed my hat and put it on my head. My dad unhinged the gun case and took my gun out. I was going hunting in a stand not that far from our cabin so I could walk to it. My dad said “good luck” to me then I started walking.
I was dropped off upon on a mysterious island to find a place to build my ideal hunting cabin. I was armed with a pickaxe, a hatchet, and a pistol. The first night I just laid my sleeping bag by the fire I made with twigs and the flint and steel I brought along. After I got my Barings I went out scouting for game. I found a trophy Mule deer after just being out for an hour. I quickly sprang into action, I started army crawling to the mule deer it had to at least be a 6 x 7. I was about 20 yards away and it started running I pulled the trigger twice all I heard was “Click Click.” I had had forgot to insert the mag.
All of the stress I have had on me the past month has been weighing me down. Now when I go hunting think of where I should shoot it for a clean kill. I think what the deer brings me, like the meet, the hide, and the warmth from the hide . I praise the lord now for what he has given me. I have to fill two more tags by the end of second season of deer hunting. If I don’t fill the tags that would be a waste of money. We had to spend over $75 on those tags.
The trail was a two tracker. We put our helmet on, gloves on, and off we went. Dad was leading because I didn't want to be in the front. Even though it looked like I was in the front because Dad was going so fast, but he always waited at a stop sign for me. Next we came to a Y trail, and there was a sign that said “7 miles Luzerne.” We stopped because I had to go to the bathroom. I got my helmet back on, and asked Dad how many more minutes because I was hungry. He said “About 20 more minutes.”
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 town was just full of deer. Everywhere you looked their were deer. My dad and cousin were grilling supper one time and they came in the house for a few minutes and when they looked outside their was 3 deer in his backyard. So we were all pretty excited to go hunting the next day because their were so many deer around the area.
Arriving to the cabin hours later, it was nearing mid afternoon. We had planned to go bait and scout the woods before dark. After unloading our belongings into the cabin and getting some lunch, it was time to head for the woods. The never ending green seemed to surround the truck as we made our drive down the old gravel road. As soon as we had arrived to the trail my mom and I loaded the fourwheeler. When carrying the bags of hunting bait onto wheeler, we realized how much work we really had ahead of us. With the four wheeler fully loaded we made our way further up the trail. The next trail to the stand was only accessible by
Hi, I’m Becca and I’m here to tell you the story about how I became a survivor. It all began about two years ago in August when my friends Jamie, Paul, Brad and I heard a legend about some sort of creature lurking in the woods nearby. When my friends and I heard about this we got very curious, could there really be a creature lurking in the woods? Is it dangerous? There’s only one way to find out, to spend the night in the woods.