I just got finished with hunter safety and that night I went to Meijers to get my buck tag.
My uncle said as soon as I get finished with hunter safety, he would take me hunting.
That following weekend he called me up and told me to get my stuff ready. We ended up heading out around 4:30-5:00 p.m. . We pulled up at my other Uncles private property. My uncle had told me about how many deer were on this property and how many big bucks he had seen and shot over the years. I have to admit I was getting pretty pumped up and excited. I was so confident I was going to get a decent buck! We hopped out of the car and walk towards the back of the car to grab our crossbows. He popped the trunk and I grab my crossbow out of its case and sling it over my shoulder. We started walking into the woods to the blind and my uncle stops me.
“Javonnie, are you ready to get one?” he says.
I smiled and said with confidence, “yes.”
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We finally get there after the long walk. We stepped inside the blind. Not even 15 minutes into waiting we hear something coming up from behind us. It was coming fast. It was this monster 8 point buck! My heart was beating so fast and my knee was shaking. It came right up next to us at least 10 feet to my left but some branches were partially covering him up so I couldn’t get a good shot at him. I accidentally moved and the buck turned his head and I thought he spotted us. He was staring at us for like 10 minutes straight. He came a little closer and walked forward into a better spot where I could get a shot. I pulled up my cross bow to my shoulder and he ran. I was so disappointed! I honestly felt like I was going to
The deer season last fall was my most successful season ever. I have been deer hunting since I was fourteen. Each year I have shot at least one deer, but none were that special because they were all does. This year because I was going to college and wrestling I didn't think I would have a chance to get the big buck.
According to Cornel West African Americans had "[...]rhythmic freedom if not political freedom"; this statement signifies the main importance of folktales in that they were a source of escape for many slaves. In addition, these folktales were empowering, informative, and gave African Americans a sense of community. The folktale "Deer Hunting Story" is a perfect example of how folktales were empowering. "The Deer Hunting Story" goes as follows: a slave and his master go deer hunting, both with rifles in their hands, the master attempts to drive the deer towards the slave for him to shoot; however, the slave lets the deer run past and when confronted by his master, he claims to have witnessed a white man with chairs on his head run past (60).
I was shooting the bow and asked my dad how i could improve on my skills, so he told me not to look till i hear my arrow hit my target. I had to leave shortly after this because i had to help set up a stand for a friend, I was so happy because he was taking me hunting after. I put my bow in the case and threw the bowcase in the house. I was off with kevin with nothing but a deer stand. We hopped
I could tell he was furious like if he wanted he would kill me in a second. He dragged me back to the ranch and threw everything that was in my bag to the ground. Everyone came out to see what was going on. Even Candy.
As I sit here, I have the desire to take a deer home with me. Somewhere in these vast woods a buck is stepping, with no warning that today is the day that I capture him. There is an ominous crow cackle, one that any protagonist would consider as a warning, I consider it an opportunity. My deer did not accept this warning; at least it was not shown.
I am sitting in the passenger side as my dad is driving, and we are on our way to my grandpa's land which is located about 25 minutes east of Dubuque. First thing we do when we get there is to finish putting on our coats, and then to grab our bows out of the back, then I close my door softly. Walking through the open field I have dead weeds and tall grass crunching under my boots, and at the end of the field we reach a barbed wire fence that we crawl under. Then we cross under a bunch of pine trees and go about 30 yards into the woods to where my tree stand sits. Then my dad tells me good luck and he heads down into the gully where his stand is located. So I then climb the 12 foot ladder and sit on the seat and put on my safety belt and get my arrow ready on the bow string. I survey the land and look for any movement, so I look to the left where there is another set of pine trees, then I look in front of me into the first set of pine trees don't see anything yet. Then I hear a sound of crunching leaves and immediately look to my right and sure enough there is a big doe getting ready to cross the fence 15 yards away.
I was too excited to sleep that night so I just stayed up and read. It was finally 4:30 in the morning and time to get up. After a quick bowl of cereal. I jumped in the pickup and drove to where I was going to hunt. It was still dark when I got there so I grabbed my stuff and started up the mountain. I got to where I wanted to glass from, and waited for it to get light, so I could start looking for elk.
Do you love to hunt deer? I do too. As avid deer hunters, we spend countless hours preparing our bows or rifles so we’re ready to make the shot when it counts. We try different ammos and arrows, we sight in our weapons and we spend a good amount of time target shooting to make sure everything’s perfect. If everything goes right, we get the chance to take the shot.
We set up our camper and got everything ready to go for morning. Sooner than I knew it, morning came and that annoying alarm clock was ringing in my ear. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and got ready to go on yet another driving/scouting trip. This would be our first opportunity to really look around and see what these mountains had to offer. We spent several days really scouting the entire unit, and we had seen several decent bulls. Finally, the evening before opening day we spotted the best bull yet, and he was right by the jeep trail! I decided that he was the one I wanted. He was with a cow and a calf, so we thought he would probably be i...
As a diehard deer hunter I can tell you it is not easy. No aspect of hunting is easy in any way. Hunting is a physical sport that can drain you mentally and physically. There will be days in the woods where you bleed, where your sweating through every layer of clothing you have on, and last but not least cry. Learning how to hunt takes a lot of time and patience but, it also takes a passion for the sport. The more knowledgeable you are about what your hunting the better off you’ll be.
...ls. She bolted to my right and out into an open field. When the doe spooked, this time so did the buck, ending my hopes of another shot.
It is 5:30am on opening morning of deer hunting season and my alarm explodes into a racket that would wake an army. I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I only slept six hours last night because my family and I were preparing for the hunt, getting the guns ready, laying out a clothes-man, everything. As I throw some pants on, the smell of fresh pancakes wakes me up. It is at this time I realize the season is upon us. Since January I have been waiting for this day to come, today begins the annual nine day season that brings our family together each November.
Thankfully, I had been able to keep myself spoiler free as it relates to “The Deer Hunter.” For a movie with this reputation and fame, I was quite proud of the fact that I hardly knew what it was about, how it ended or even how its famous Russian roulette scene climaxes. I was excited to finally see this movie, in small part because it was the last film I needed to see to have watched every best picture winner from the 1970s. But, to put it bluntly, “The Deer Hunter” disappointed me.
Immediately, as my dad and I was walking to the deer stand, my thoughts were that this hunt already felt like any other night hunt I had ever been on. My dad and I together chose which stand we would hunt from the choices on the board. We arrived at the box stand, which was fifteen feet tall, then we climbed in and got comfortable. In the meantime, we were looking around to find any sign of a deer. Meanwhile, as we were sitting quietly in the stand, we suddenly heard something. We could tell that the noise was something running through the trees extremely fast! Suddenly, there she was, a doe, creeping out from the bushes. At that moment, I was only able to see her head. I was getting so nervous, and I didn 't know what to do; however, my dad told me to stay calm and breathe. As she was walking into the field, stopping along the way to eat, I prepared my gun in order to shoot. My dad told me to take the shot whenever I was ready, so within the next couple of seconds I pulled the trigger. BOOM! She’s down! I had shot her; however, I knew I hit her, but she ran
It was the morning of November 22nd, 1998 and as I sat at the table eating the eggs my mother had made for me I was sure today was the day I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I had packed my bag the night before with all the essentials: 2 quartz of water, sausages, snickers bars, extra gloves, extra socks, extra compass, knife, matches and extra bullets. I was excited and yet tired at the same time. The three-week deer season had taken its toll on me and it was the last week so I knew how importan...