After we walked for two hours we stopped and took a goodbye look at our beloved country. It was unbearable for Mansur to flee his homeland. He lagged behind walking slowly as if being lost in a deep thought. We waited him standing in the middle of the dusty road to find out the reason for him not to walk as quickly as we did. He walked closer to us and halted in the middle of the dusty path and said, “Guys, I want to skip this journey because I don’t think I can make it any further. You may persist in travelling and may the blessing of your families be with you in all the way to your destination”. G gave him an angry look and said, “My friend, you may do whatever pleases you. We will continue our journey and it’s better to die here than …show more content…
An hour later, we were blanketed in darkness. Goitom had already planned our trip to be carried out in the daytime to clearly see on we what crumble. Therefore, we had to spend the night sleeping. As it had started to get completely dark, we had begun to look for a clear place where we could spend the night. We finally came across a clear field near a river bank. We surveyed the area to look for a comfortable spot. G downed some leaves from the big tree standing in front of us and lied on it to get some comfort. I tried to sleep, but the ground was so rough that had no comfort. The tiny gravel penetrated into my skin and left me with a terrible pain. No sleep came to my eyes. I spent the night turning myself to all directions. Weakened by the nine hours walk, we were dragged to a deep sleep until we were awakened by a tremendous sound echoed in front of us. As we woke up, we determined that group of hyenas scuttling toward us from across the river. They seemed as they sensed our presence in the area. They roared as they approached the field in front of us, walked in a semi-circle and closed to us for their …show more content…
Goitom reached his backpack for the flashlight and pointed it to the spot where the sound was heard from. As the beam of the flashlight blurred their vision, the hyenas groaned and moved away. We were told by our ancestors that flashlight is the only weapon to protect ourselves from being hunted by hyenas. Above all, we were told that showing any sign of fear to hyenas is risky. We were advised not to try to escape or throw stones as we are confronted by hyenas. Therefore, we had to keep the advice of our forefathers and stay calm. Even after all the hyenas were gone, we surveyed the area in case of the presence of some other savage animals. Even though the hyenas moved away and their noise died down, we didn’t trust the area any longer. Two hours later, G suggested us to leave the area and move to the small hill located 500 meters away from where we were. “Why is that?” asked M while his body was shaking off the incident. G stared at him with a horrible look and sounded out, “we have to move to the upper side of the hill because most wild animals do not usually show up themselves on higher places”. We both nodded in agreement and proceeded to the place where G indicated it to be safer.
There I was, standing face to face with the bobtailed lynx. It was looking right at me and licking its chops with delight. It seemed as if the beast was thinking "Lunch" on this cold, gray December day, but I wasn't worried about being attacked. The reason for this was the fact that this was a domestic lynx that just happened to be on the other side of a stout metal cage, so there was no chance of the lynx getting a hold of me.
It was Saturday morning at Alexan’s vacation home in Tehachapi, CA. We ate our breakfast, and decided to go for a hike in the dangerous mountains of Tehachapi. It was approximately fifty degrees Fahrenheit and the clouds had covered the mountains, causing the area to be very foggy and difficult to see. Knowing that it was not a good idea Alexan still managed to convince me to go hiking, and he said to me, “Don’t worry it will be fine”. This reminded me of Oliveira saying to Ronald, “I think you feel very sure of yourself, firmly planted in yourself and in your surroundings” (Oliveira 161). Both Ronald and my friend Alexan felt very sure that they were right, and did not have any worries. I do not think Alexan even took a single thought about the dangers we could face hiking in the steep mountains with the harsh conditions we were facing. Ronald did not care to change his mind and agree with Oliveira, because he felt very confident with what he believed.
As the deer fed at the marsh's edge, its tail flickering as it nibbled tender and ripe green growth, the nervous animal paused in its feeding and lifted its head to listen. Whatever hint of danger the deer had sensed was ignored once the threat could not be located. It stamped a forefoot, lowered its head, and began to eat once more. This deer had failed to detect a Florida panther that was downwind (going into the wind) and crouched low in the underbrush. Amber eyes, however, estimated the distance between himself and the deer.
My dad and I go hunting every weekend during deer season which is from mid of Novmber to the first of Janurary.We go sit at 6:00am and we leave at 8:00am,but why we sit we will be wacthing birds and squirrals playing in the place we have corn they will eat it like deer does.We half to sit still were the deer can’t see us in the deer stand.When we go hunting you have to climb up in the deer stand and then sit patiertly to wait for something to come out of the woods.We look three or four different way in the stand.”My dad stated,” theres a deer.We go hunting in Pearson Georgia.When we go hunting we have to be careful because the gun could go off.It could be dangous going hunting by yourself.But if anything happen I can help him.Because we
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.
The previous week they had performed the spell successfully. After contacting Mordred, Merlin and Morgana had arranged to meet him and Aglain, the leader of the druid camp, in the woods near a small waterfall, halfway between Camelot and the grave of Gorlois. Morgana always went on her annual pilgrimage to her father's tomb at this time of the year, at the end of spring.
My father, the noble Banquo and I were riding through the Burnam woods on our weekly expedition to the central market, where we pick up food. We had made the journey countless times prior to this, each time it was the same, uneventful ride. But not this time. This time felt different to all the others. The trip lacked the peaceful ambiance which usually accompanied it. This was no reason for concern so we continued riding. After a brief period of time, when we were approximately midway through the woods, I heard something. It was the rustling of leaves, and what sounded voices. This was abnormal for the woods, for the reason that no one ever came in this deep, it’s barren, pointless. I told my father what I had heard, but he was dismissive
I curiously pondered what I would discover if I walked to the end, but I never discovered if a trail led to a creek bed or a field filled with wildflowers. Instead, I walked halfway until I decided to leave what laid there to my imagination. Truthfully, I regretted not continuing to finish my adventures, but my fear of snakes kept me from moving on. That day, I encountered a live snake sleeping in its natural habitat. After seeing the cottonmouth’s body coiled in a muddy ditch near me, I feared meeting another snake if I was not careful. Even though Maria tried to convince me to follow her through brambles and tall grasses into a wide clearing, I remained with Shams and her melodica. The coral orange and lavender wildflowers swaying in the clearing tempted me to follow though. Sauntering on the cut-out trails, Shams and I serenaded animals hidden amongst the trees with Prokofiev and Rachmaninoff. While on one particular path, a family of deer leaped quickly across our road. They jumped so gracefully and silently in the air that I stopped playing Mozart to watch them. Mosquitoes swarmed and bit my exposed skin as Shams led me to see a hole that dropped almost thirty feet to the bottom of a
The day have broken dry and bright in the Gobi Desert, extraordinarily dry and bright, the young girl walked through the trail that the elders have pointed her to. It must be over 45 degrees. The elders of the nomadic tribe have once said never to travel if the temperature exceeds 40 degrees but the young girl was to prove them wrong. This trail leads to the southeast edge of the desert, China. She had always imagine and dreamt what China would look like under the golden ray of sunshine, would it shine bright like a ruby, reflecting it’s breath taking architect or would it be a rusty old country fill with 500 years of history, 500 years worth of knowledge and culture. The young girl had beg and yearn to go to China, to see the great wall, the Forbidden City and other great architect within the mysterious, Sino country. She have stopped on top of a slope, staring at the sky, it was about ten o’clock, two more hours until she will have to find a shade or shelter to hide from the boiling heat of the midday sun. She had looked down from the slope and the nomadic village is now just a mere dot, next to her was a dog with the fur of gold. It was a gift from the elders before she set off to a journey longer than she will ever imagine. She peered through the sunray and saw a thin line; this hairline is the trail that was build for the villagers to travel.
The tall windblown grasses behind my back rustle mysteriously. Could it be the elusive wild animal that I have been pursuing all season long? As I turn my head slowly to scan the bushes behind me, the shakes come on again. These shakes are a part of what my dad and I call “Buck Fever”. A rush of emotions swarms my head, nervousness, that I might scare what I think is a deer behind me away. Excitement, that this may be the deer I’ve been longing for all season. Fear that what I heard may only be a small animal like a squirrel, and I anticipated too much. All these emotions happen in the blink of an eye, at my favorite place in the entire world, my tree stand.
My story is about Indians that hunt buffalo. In the 1500's Indians ran on foot across the plains and they brought dogs to carry the hunters pack (load). They would travel a long ways to hunt buffalo. Once they saw buffalo, they would go back to their camp and tell the other warriors that they saw buffalo. They would leave to hunt in the morning and when they were able to see outside, the warriors went towards where they saw the buffalo. Then when they got to the buffalo, they would circle them and stab them so they die.
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.
Many animals were thought to have qualities of human emotions, spirituality and even intelligent qualities; the three hunted animals in Sir Gawain included. To begin, "Certain facts about the animals which formed the quarry of the medieval huntsman...and certain popular beliefs about their habits and temper" (Savage 32) will allow the reader to draw parallels between the hunt, happening outside the castle; and the "hunt" happening inside the castle between Gawain and the Lady of the house.
The hyena’s end had come, and mine,” (Martel 189). Just as Richard Parker begins to focus on Pi, a small brown rat appears out of nowhere. In a panic, Pi throws it to Richard Parker. Richard Parker accepts this tribute and eats it whole (Martel 192-193). At
His first part of his journey was surprisingly easy, only having to walk through the valley cutting straight through the mountain range. Then, after he passed the last mountain, his spirits sank like a rock. He had come within view of the desert. He steeled his determination and set off. Three days later, he was just surrounded by desert on all sides.