Personal Narrative: Whitetail Deer Hunting

Deer Hunting As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out since I already went out this morning and stayed up late last night. Before I knew it, my Dad was getting my gun ready and loaded.

Since the day I turned six years old I have been in love with the sport of hunting. My love for hunting started when my dad took me with him for the first time when I was five. As we sat in the cold, dark forest, my young mind could not be any more excited as I took in the sights, smells and sounds the forest offered to me. That particular hunt we did not get lucky enough to harvest a deer, probably due to the fact that I could not keep still, but I did not care I loved the placidity the forest provided to a hunter. Hunting had become a major part of my life and I did not even have my license yet.

It all started November 1. I was about 10 years old at that time. There were about 2 weeks before deer opener and I was getting more excited every day. We started by putting up deer stands and deciding who’s going to sit where. The whole time we were doing that there was only one thing on my mind, was I going to get a deer or not.

Then we began to gather our stuff and leave the hunting blind. We started walking to the first deer I shot and saw it was a direct hit to the heart and was an instant kill. But, the other one wasn’t that easy, we had to track its blood trail. Although, we did end up finding it shortly after, my uncle was right, a lung shot. So we went back to his house and got the four wheeler, so it would be easier to drag them out.

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.

When he left I grabbed a book and began to drink a snack. The things is when I got completely finished, my father was standing there he had watched me drink the ink from the book. I was in shock, I dropped the book and began to back away from my father. My father grabbed the book and looked through the pages. He looked at me and asked what I did.

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.

On October 31 Alex and his grandfather Chuck were out on opening day of pheasant season. They had been up for hours, sitting in the truck waiting for shooting hours to open. 10 minutes left. It was the perfect day for pheasant hunting, there was no one else out that they new, it was cold and lightly snowing. 5 minutes left they got out and got the guns ready. Alex had never gone pheasant hunting before. He had shot rabbits and pigeons with his air rifle at his grandfathers farm before.

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.

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.

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

One of the best days of my life was when we went deer hunting in South Dakota with my dad, brother, uncle and two cousins, but before I tell you about my trip let me tell you how it started. We left early in the morning to head to South Dakota where my cousin Jacob, who had just got a job as Game warden in Custer State Park, was taking us deer hunting. We got as far as Fargo, North Dakota when my cousin Keith asked my dad where our license were. Then to our surprise we forgot them back at home. We were lucky enough to have my two aunts and mom bring us the license because they were going to Fargo that day anyways for a girls shopping day. They just had to leave a little earlier. So we just waited in a parking lot until they

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.” Next he started to leave so I started up my four wheeler and followed him. Then we got to a trail where it was only about two minutes till the snowmobile trail.

“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

I started the boat and backed it off the trailer and waited for my dad. When my dad got there he got in the boat and sat down and I started driving to the area where we were going to fish. When we got there my dad took the wheel to find a spot to drift. Drifting is where you put the boat sideways from the wind and let the wind move you and you put poles out alongside the boat so they drift along about a foot above the lake bottom. While he was doing that I was cutting up the shad (bait).