It was a cold February morning and the countdown had finally arrived. I had just signed out with staff duty to start my leave so I could make that road trip from Fort Carson, Colorado to San Antonio, TX. Only thing this trip was no vacation, it was the last visit I will never forget. I was headed to see my sister in law, Vicki who was in the intensive care unit for leukemia. The thoughts and emotions running through my mind had made the drive so difficult for me. I wanted to be in Texas because this was someone I cared deeply about and someone that played an important role in my life.
“ Watch Out!”, my pa yelled as a tree fell down. That is how most of my family’s trip was in 1855 when we traveled from Pennsylvania to Illinois for free land. Hi i’m Bill. I have one brother a mom and a dad. My mom has blond hair,short, and brown eyes. My dad has black short hair, tall, and green eyes. My brother Will has green eyes,short, and ginger hair. Our trip to Illinois was tough. Believe me!
It was a week before my dad told my brother and I than we were going to go fishing with one of his friends. I was like ok it’s just going to be another day of fishing were we only catch about to fish every day. So we went on our day and finally told us something that I thought we would never hear
Everyone got up and got ready to go. We grabbed all our suitcases and snack, then packed them in the truck. When everyone was settled in we began our 21 hour journey to Outer Banks, North Carolina. Along the way my family and I watched many movies and slept quite a bit.
"Click, Click", said the door knob as my mom locked the door on our way out. My mom was so close to having our little brother, and we were all so excited. Me, my mom, papi, aunt, and uncle packed into my family 's maroon ford explorer, and we headed out to eat. If only we would have stayed off the road that day.
You could see all the plants and trees in the background but i was focused on the deer . It was close to 9 o’clock we saw a deer finally we have been waiting all morning and day for just one deer . The sound was loud the screech owl was screeching and the plants were waving back and forth non stop then all the sudden we heard leaves crumbling .It’s a deer.
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.
Kansas Bound On May of 2010 I went to Kansas City, MO to see my Grandma. This was my first long car ride since I can remember , nine hours going speed limit. First, we were in the rough side of Kansas, mostly because we lost signal and got lost. We couldn’t look out the side of the window or there was a fifty fifty chance we may or may not get shot.
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.
Last weekend I had to drive to savanna Illinois to a tiny city named Hanover. Me and my grandpa were driving there to pick up family to come over and spend time with us. It is a hour drive. The drive was not that bad, except for the drive back because the kids in the back were being really annoying, but they were really exited because they don’t get away from home much. On the way there we picked up donuts which were very delightful. When we got there we played a lot of basketball and played a games that we made up which is assassins creed. The main point of the game is to get away from the person who has the ball, because if they end up hitting you then you’re the assassin. We had the whole yard to run around. We mostly just ran around the
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 hectic day. My friend had to call and have his grandparents pick him up which took about 45 minutes because they lived kind of far away. During that time, my dad told me “pack your bags, we need to go visit your grandmother” I remember that I didn’t pack much because I couldn’t think. My mom immediately booked us plane tickets to Portland. It was super close but we made the flight.
As, I turn to the left of me, I notice an alligator, whose skin looked as rough as a wood. I watch the rusty alligator tried catching its prey. The alligator stared at the deer for about four second and attacked it like a football player. I was clam the whole time it happened. I remember when I was eighteen years old, my cousin took me out to the woods one morning and he taught me how to shoot a deer.
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.