Scavenger Hunt Research Paper

Ben Bartlett Ellis English 1 27 November 2017 Placeholder Owen sat in his hunting spot, waiting patiently. It had been three days since he had last eaten. He was looking through the scope, when he suddenly heard rustling in the bushes. A deer sauntered out of the bush and gave Owen a wide open shot.

One piece of evidence that supports the reasoning is told on lines 20-24 stating, “Trying to paw itself free of the rope, the deer had scratched its own neck with its hooves. The raw underside of its neck showed red stripes and some bruises bleeding inside the muscles. Now three of its feet were hooked in the rope under its jaw. It could not stand, of course, on one leg,

In The Deer at Providencia, Dillard describes her visit at a village where she comes across a deer that the villagers captured and tied up, later to be used for a meal. The deer is tangled up in the rope and can barely move. Its neck is rubbed raw and bleeding from being tied up and is also cut open from the deer’s own hooves. A lot of people gather around, many of which, including Dillard, are unaffected by the gruesome sight. This is further illustrated when Dillard is describing the horrible imagery of the deer in a very flat and unemotional way.

I saw a little bunting buck walk by but it was not shooter. I saw a nice shooter buck a seven pointer with a split G2. I saw a little fawn and a small doe. I was thinking about what my friend told me about how you take deer poop and corn or deer

It was a 3 by 4 buck and it was huge he had to shoot it three times just to finally kill it. It wasn't until he started to gut the deer that I finally learned the true gruesomeness of deer hunting and I loved it. Sure I felt a little sick at first

but I guess that's what it takes. Then we had to find the stand which was even harder than driving to the farm because it was so dark and we could not see anything as we were walking to the stand. If we would have never found that stand in time I would have never shot my first deer on October 9th. But we finally found it after searching for about 20 minutes and also arguing with my dad about where I thought it was but as usual he is always right and he located the stand.

It all happened in a blink of an eye. Rushing to get to a late-night soccer game, a family of deer enjoying a morning stroll across the road was ruined. They must have been attracted to my new CD that I burned the night before. Young ones, just following their parents, were most interested in the downfall of my saturday night. Checking my rearview mirror to see truck tailgating me, I put my faith in the deer 's legs to move a little bit quicker.

I had never hunted anything until last year. I had listened to my dad tell stories about when he hunted before my brothers and I were born. My favorite story of his was when he was attacked by a “gargoyle”. Turns out it was a turkey. On April eighth of 2015, I shot my first Eastern Turkey, weighing 24.5 pounds with three-fourths of an inch spurs and a ten inch beard; this was a great sized turkey.

In that case a semi automatic rifle is a great option because if you do wound the animal, you do not want it to run off and suffer. With a semi auto rifle you can easily find your target and fire again and kill the animal without it suffering. If you had a bolt action rifle in the same situation and you wound the animal you then have to cycle the bolt and put a new round in the chamber, and when you're finished and ready to shoot, most likely, the prey item has ran off and suffered even more. “Semi automatic fire can be of some help to the deer hunter, too. As much as we all like to think we never miss, that’s not the case.

“I have never seen anything as scary in my life.” , he exclaimed frantically. Randall had to act fast. The creature shot straight for the kill and scratched him on the arm. There he was cornered by trees, nowhere to go with the creature right in front of him

James Howe is trying to fit in, but his emotions make him stand out when animal is involved. On page 2, the text states that after James’ brother kills a deer, the get ready to eat the deer so they hang the deer outside. James gets very upset and doesn’t want to eat the deer because he still sees a little bit of life in the deer’s eyes. James’ can’t eat his venison from the deer because

Tittle You are a hunter and you have been for the last ten years. You have been sitting on your treestand all day just waiting for that perfect shot. Then, you see it, that beauty of a white tail walking right past you. You line up your scope with your target, just behind the front leg. The situation is perfectly ethical and nothing is holding you back from pulling the trigger.

One day I went hunting with my dad. We went to Gopher Plantation on Thanksgiving Day. I went for a white tail buck there were a lot of does out there. Another thing is for the meat off of its body. We went hunting in my dad 's ground blind that thing is really camoflauge.

Jamie swallowed and dropped the sight. His mind raced with thoughts of remorse, if he would take that life he may ruin that small family that had already lost so much. Jamie watched as the doe plucked the sour, browning apple from the frozen branch. The apple crunchies in the doe 's mouth teasing the male deer who had wanted the last frozen apple.

Then very slowly he turned his head to the men's direction. The men jerked up. The tiger slowly walked in front of the dead dear as if to protect it. With one last hope of survival the men shot the arrow. The shot was true.