My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough. Beep, Beep, Beep, it was seven o'clock AM it was time to get up for fishing.
Recently Owen Aerts has been hunting. Owen had shot a 6 point buck. He went hunting to manage the deer population in Lakewood Wisconsin where there was a lot of deer hunters out in the woods on that day ,but Owen got a buck. A lot of people just went out in the woods and sat next to a tree.
I woke up early in the morning the only thing on my mind was to get a turkey. I walked out to my blind in pitch black dark, I had no idea what was around, but I knew where I was going. I made it to my blind while it was still pitch black out. As I sat there i listened to the various sounds around me, and through the slit slit in the corner of the blind that my gun was pointed through i watched as the sky turned from dark to light. I sat there, continuously calling, listening and watching for any type of
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.
Ian is my fifteen year old brother. He is almost six feet tall (a whole foot taller than me) and is a freshman in highschool. I am 11, on the shorter side , in 6th grade and half the size of my brother. Neither of us know it, but soon we will start an enormous argument over who gets to watch their favorite football team play on TV. "The Bears game is on later today!
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. Every step I took I could hear the crunching of the leafs I was walking on the trail that we have going back to the stand. When I was walking there I had to watch out for branches got to the stand and climbed up it and every time I climbed up one step there would be a creek from
Walking through the woods on a peaceful, fall day, I stumble onto a herd of cotton tails. BANG! THUD! Dinner is served. Hunting has been argued to not be the best method practiced for controlling whitetail deer populations.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
A Montana Fishing Trip As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.”
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.
