Brittle, parched brown and yellow pine needles crunched under my sneakers as I made my way through the trees and the air pleasantly smelled of Pine-Sol when the breeze picked up. In the distance I could hear a woodpecker assaulting one of the nearby trees, but I had failed to find it. I had stopped briefly to gather my bearings before ascending up one of Mt. Harrison’s slopes. (The last thing I needed was to get lost in the forest after my mama had told me not to go in there without her. I would never have lived that down.) Then I kept going determined to reach the top. Further up I came across about a dozen or so little, gray rabbits that darted and zigzagged about as I approached them. Each having either dove into a hole
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
do that if we want to, anyone can be a hunter. It’s so pointless, he
Finally reaching the top was the greatest feat we could have ever accomplished. Being at the top of the mountain was like standing on top of the World. Looking down over the surrounding farmland and towns one could really appreciate the wonder that is Nature. The World below so tiny one could pick it up and make it snow by shaking it, just like one of those snow globes.
Now quietly moving through the dense undergrowth. It seems this forest floor has been traveled many times. Spotting two small hunting cabins in a clearing a few hundred yards away. He scans the area, looking for any movement. A large ...
We were seated under the green dinning tent. “Will you have lime juice or lemon squash?” My husband of eleven years had asked us. We both responded, wanting a gimlet. The two men had continued on with their conversation as the mess boy started on the drinks.
As the two men hiked, they came upon many rugged trails and hills that were difficult to overcome, however they did it together and kept moving on. The view from the trail was beautiful with many places to stop and admire the view, but they couldn’t seem to get above the canopy of the trees to truly take in the whole view. The man that strove to see the beautiful scenery from an unobstructed viewpoint was trying in every way to get above what was around him to see the true beauty of the mountains.
When I first met you, I didn’t think we were going to last as long as what we have. Actually, I didn’t think much of you at all when you and I first started talking. Of course, I thought you were attractive and you were fun to talk to. But at that point in my life I felt worthless. I was used by a guy before you and I didn’t believe any guy would ever have genuinely, good intentions for me. But Hunter, after the first date you and I had ever had, I went home feeling like there was something oddly different about you. Before you came and picked me up, I was worrying about my outfit and my hair constantly. I looked over myself for a good thirty minutes worrying I wouldn’t impress you. The amount of times I considered cancelling on you because I didn’t know what to expect was unreal. However, I felt this strange urge to keep pushing forward. I was scared you would think I was ugly because I had the gap in between in teeth, or some other dumb reason. But as I sat there in front of you at Moe’s, never had I ever had a guy look at me the way you did. Maybe, it was because you were equally as nervous as I was or maybe it was because you thought I was too good for you, just like I thought you were to good for me. But the way you
The woods consumed me like the arms of a mother protecting her young. They surrounded me with a warmth, the purest of healing heat and cool breezes between breaths of adrenaline.
The second day after a campfire and good night sleep I started to get more comfortable. I had gone on one blue but I still wasn’t ready for a harder one.“I’m still not ready”, I said. “That's okay you will get there.” My mom had said. Every day we got up early to get out early. I had fallen over 200 times. I was frustrated by the freezing cold snow and the snow blowers making it unable to see through my goggles. At least the snow was slushy from the sun. I felt ready to
The cool October night was quiet, almost too quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the gentle rustling of the leaves in the almost barren trees with the gentle breeze. The sky was clear and bejeweled with the lights of a million stars. This was my favorite time of the year. The air was always crisp and smelled faintly like wet leaves.
It was a beautiful October afternoon as I climbed to the top of my tree stand. The sun was shining, and a slight breeze was blowing from the northwest. I knew that the deer frequented the area around my stand since my step-dad had shot a nice doe two days earlier from the same stand, and signs of deer were everywhere in the area. I had been sitting for close to two hours when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs as well as smoke a cigarette.
...the wood for movement, looking for the slightest movement that will indicate the presence of some animal, maybe a deer walking through the woods feeding, or maybe a squirrel on its never-ending hunt for food. At 8:45 I get up and walk to my brother; the cold weather has found its way into my body through my many layers of clothes. I walk ever so silently hoping to find a deer over the hill, or in some alders eating. I see nothing but when I get to my brother he tells me I pushed five deer right past him.
Some of the threats that they encountered were predators, such as dogs and cats. One of the most treacherous things that they happened upon was a warren, called Cowslip’s Warren. At first the warren seems like a great home because there was plenty of food, a multitude of muscular, healthy rabbits, and no beasts lurking about to hunt them. Soon the group of rabbits discovered the truth about Cowslip’s Warren; It was not as tranquil as they believed. Although the warren did seem safe, there were many peculiar things that happened in the “safe” warren. They would carry food with their mouths from a big pile of scraps, rabbits would go missing, they didn’t like rain, and there were bizarre disturbances in the woods of Cowslip’s Warren. Fiver tried to warn his companions that the warren was not safe, but they felt happy and chose not to attend his words. Wistfully, one of Hazel and Fiver’s companions, Bigwig, gets caught in a snare; they were able to free him. Now the eyes of the adventuring rabbits were open. All the strange things that these warren rabbits were doing made sense. The scrape food was left there on purpose to fatten the rabbits. The unusual disorders in the wood was a rabbit trying to free itself from the snare. They were all traps, so that a farmer could effortlessly get food and Cowslip’s warren knew it, but they let it go to be “safe”. Quickly, the rabbits and one of Cowslip’s rabbits escaped before it
I needed a weekend away from the all too humdrum existence of day-to-day living. I decided that a good diversion might be to hike the Appalachian Trail for a weekend. After class on Friday, I ran to my car so that I could begin this wonderful divergence from daily life. The parking lot at Carver’s Gap, my destination, finally came into view as I drove up US 19E. Across the road, a short wooden fence separated me from my wonderful weekend of adventure. From the second I reached the parking lot, I realized that this hike, a great way to escape from reality for a weekend, awaited me upon the trail I saw dwindling in the distance.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.