Imagine the biggest deer of our life walking in front of us. The thing is so big that at first glance you didn’t even think it was a deer. That is what the Zellmer deer camp is all about. The deer camp was started seven and a half decades ago by my grandfather’s grandfather.
The Zellmer deer camp consists of nine Zellmer’s and one family friend. It consists of myself and my three brothers, my dad, my uncle, and my three cousins along with my cousin’s friend. We have carried this tradition on since 1940 when my grandfather’s grandfather started it. So in other words this tradition has been going on for five generations.
The hunting weekend begins early morning at about four forty – five on the third Friday of November. A few of us get up to take sent free showers. These are just normal showers that use sent free soap. It is supposed to be a secret
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He lives about ten minutes north east of the Wisconsin dells on 500 wooded acres. We always stop somewhere on the way up to eat together. It is usually culvers but it has been something different in the past twelve years I have been hunting. After we arrive at “Deer Camp” as we call it, we head right to bed because four forty – five come pretty quick. So once again we wake up early and get in our scent free showers and our cups of coffee. We put on our hunting cloths grab our cosmic brownies and mountain dew, our snacks, and head out to our stands. We sit, also known as waiting for the deer, until eleven then we head in. we all gather at my uncle’s house who lives right next to my grandfather. When we get there we all get a bowl of my dad’s famous chili. He has made chili every hunting season for as long as I can remember. Just as they day before after we fill our bellies we all take a quick nap. Especially when the wind is blowing pretty good it really tires one out. This is why we all take our quick little naps. After our naps we go back out and sit until
For many people, hunting is just a sport, but for some it is a way of life. In Rick Bass’s “Why I Hunt” he explains how he got to where he lives now and what he thinks of the sport of hunting. There are many things in the essay that I could not agree more with, and others that I strongly disagree. Overall this essay provides a clear depiction of what goes through the mind of a hunter in the battle of wits between them and the animal.
There are too many deer in the Wesselman Woods. The deer have eaten all the flowers and other flora. There have also been 8 car crashes involving deer, this imposes a dangerous threat to the civilians of Evansville. The deer have been invading people’s yards and eating their gardens. The deer are causing many problems that can’t be solved until the deer population is reduced.
dad and uncle hunting. This is his first time and he has to try to keep up. So he
the work that must be done in the camp. They all live in camps, meaning they
the camp they experience the better part of their journey, While at Camp Weedpatch they receive
Six a.m. and the sky is turning a light blue. The night's shade is dissipating slowly, and I can begin to see my surroundings a little better. A shot rings out from the west, and that signals nearby hunters. I hope they drove some game my way. Within a few minutes, there is rustling in the brush below me. A young buck is coming within range. He's a big one too; I can see about eight points from where I am. He is cautious and sniffs at the air and flicks out his tongue often. His coat is a light brown color like khaki. There are white markings along his flank, and he has a stubby little white fluff of fur for a tail. I disengage the safety on my rifle. The bolt is forward on the gun, and I know there's a round in the chamber. I steady myself. I turn ever so slightly to get a better angle.
To Mr. Rainsford, hunting is like football to a NFL player. Hunting plays a huge role in his li...
...ine rush of pulling the trigger on a back strap platter!! They ask why do we hunt. We hunt because we love it. It is an inherited extinct that is deeply rooted in human nature around the world to have the urge and desire to hunt. Whether it’s ducks, squirrels, rabbits, deer, turkey, frogs, fish, dove, or deer, God has happily blessed us with delicious, savory, delectable, and 100% fulfilling, protein-packed meat that provides us with the nutrients and energy needed to live.
First, the attitude of the speaker’s father creates a contrast with other hunter’s behaviours during hunting. When the speaker goes hunting with his father, his father often adopts the technique of “[sitting] silently, motionless and endlessly patient, waiting for deer to come down the paths” (2). They sit this way for hours and are usually rewarded because “there was always an abundance of less patient hunters … noisily crashing about, keeping the deer more or less constantly on the move” (2). The sound of
It was the middle of October, and it was finally time for my long awaited moose hunt. I have waited ever since I was a little girl for this opportunity, and it was finally here. So, my father and I packed up our stuff and left the warmth of Phoenix. We were leaving the "Valley of the Sun" and headed for a place called Wyoming. After two days and fourteen long hours of driving, we made it to our hunting unit.
“…a camp – made up of twenty or more khaki green tents, arranged in rows. We approached the camp in a long line, and at the gates we were met by a group of men in military uniforms”(Nazer 105).
I come from a family that is strongly influenced by the outdoors. We spend countless hours outdoors camping, fishing, and hiking. At a young age, I grew a passion and love for nature. That passion soon grew to be an obsession. When I was a young boy, I discovered the sport of hunting while looking at several books and pictures stored in my father’s closet. My father would tell me several stories of when he hunted in Mexico. I was fascinated by this sport and dreamed of one day taking part in the tradition of hunting.
The author provides information describing the deer population in parts of New Jersey; yet, he does not include any data regarding the population in the rest of the United States, nor does he include any sources of where this information was obtained. A reader may be more
The freezing cold and often wet conditions that come with this miserable time of year are unbearable and no protection from these hostile elements exist in a tree stand. To make matters worse, the list of things to do while sitting in a freezing tree stand, that regardless of its position seems to constantly catch every wintery blast of wind, is unbearably short. I often try to pick up a handful of pebbles or maybe a few hickory nuts, fresh from their outermost shell, to throw at squirrels that seem to take over the forest this time of year. Sniping an unsuspecting squirrel in the head with a pebble often is the most exciting part of a hunting trip because most of the time spent in a stand, a deer is not even seen. The anticipation builds as more and more time goes into a hunt and I always get nervous. I question myself, wondering if I will even get a shot, if I do, will my shot even count? I still have to face the almost impossible task of finding the deer if I make the shot. All this anticipation builds until I see him, a beautiful buck completely oblivious to his impending doom has walked directly in my line of fire. I raise my gun and slide the safety off with a sharp click but the lone buck does not seem to hear this noise over the whistling of the wind and the crunching of the decaying leaves beneath his
Cold and fresh snow is the type of morning that is be for hunters in Central Nebraska. It’s cold, quiet, and the clean freshness is in the air while the moon is still high in the night sky. Fresh coffee is brewed for the day while breakfast is packed for the blind at the river. This is a typical morning for a hunter anywhere around Nebraska and is usually quite an exciting time. Hunting around the world is always different, whether it’s the weapons used, the style of how an animal is hunted, or the cultural or social background a hunter might have. These weapons can range from firearms like most of the United States uses, to blowguns and spears. The styles also differ from sitting in a blind or walking through fields to running down an animal for more than five hours and over twenty miles. It all depends on their upbringing, availability of weapons and resources, and type of animals hunted.