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It all started on the opening day of deer season. The beautiful day was just cold enough to want a jacket but, but hot enough to where if one was worn you’d sweat to death! It seemed like a typical opening day. It wasn’t though, it turned out to be quite different.
I walked out to my favorite tree belt with my trusty gun at my side and waited for the buck I had been eyeing for months. I needed a nice buck this year. See I bet Buddy that my deer would be twice as big as his. Twenty bucks was up for grabs and I needed to buy a new paintball gun.
As I thought about what kind of gun I wanted, the biggest buck I had ever seen showed up about 100 yards away from where I sat. That was my ticket to twenty dollars. I raised up my gun, put the deer in my crosshairs, and sat there for a second to admire it’s beauty. That‘s not all I noticed though. The deer had red eyes, and below the red eyes, on the ground, set an AK-47 with a weird scope.
I thought sweet! Not only will I get twenty dollars, I’ll also get a new assault rifle that someone left lying around! Then it occurred to me that I was the prey. I got up and ran! Lead flung by me as I made my way to the Jeep. All of a sudden blood started squirting out of my leg! I thought cool, that didn’t even hurt! But my leg gave out and I fell to the ground.
As I was lying there, I devised a new plan. I layed their acting dead and waited for the deer to pick me up. He threw me over his shoulder, and I slowly pulled out my hunting knife. A quick slice and the psychotic, evil deer was laying on the ground out cold. The twenty bucks was mine! Then, as I was cutting the deer open, a button buck jumped out of the evil deer, and my monster buck disappeared! As the deer hopped away I noticed two things.
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.
In this essay I will be doing a brief overview of the book Lame Deer Seeker of Visions, by Richard Erdoes. Within this book a monumental task has been achieved, which turns out to provide unparalleled information and a concrete depiction of the Native American Indian. This aspect has been portrayed through the eyes of a Sioux medicine man throughout the book and to many individual’s dismay, paints an accurate picture of both events that occurred and how Native American Indians were being treated at the time. Capturing the true essence of hours of in depth interviews, which have both been written out in detail and videotaped, years of friendship between Richard and Lame Deer, we are able to read upon a magnificent
If the author's father didn’t give her the chance to hunt, and the opportunity to take care of herself and not be afraid, her predicaments would end with probable unfortunate circumstances just like mine. Thankfully her father’s knowledge and words of
“ Between each hanging garden and the creekside is a moss-paved deer trail, handy for the hunter to follow, and for the flushed grouse to cross-in a split second. The question is whether the bird and the gun agree on how a second should be split. If they do not, the next deer that passes finds a pair of empty shells to sniff at, but no feathers.” (Leopold 104)
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.
Sometime the buck will be running the doe out of the woods. We have trees that buck had hit when they run through the woods they will be big deer. We got a two point on camera and dad seen it but didn’t shoot it he let it walk.When I go hunting I go to wal-mart first and get some stuff in a can for deer to come out and it works.Last year we killed an eight point out there it's horns from one side to the other side was nineteen inches
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At the age of 12 my Dad told me I would finally be able to go hunting with him, if I wanted. Although a pistol can be used, a...
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.
Years later, I was out in the fields hunting with my father. Through the years I have improved my hunting and marksmanship skills. Hunting has taught me several things that I will value for the rest of my life. As a hunter, I am a provider for my family, I give back to the hunting community and to the natural wildlife reservations. I have learned to respect and honor the animals I hunt, to thank God for the opportunity to hunt on his beautiful land. I belong to a long tradition of hunting within my family, it has been something truly passed down
First, Even though it was cold, I took of the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goosebumps. But when i returned to class i slipped the jacket on and shivered until i was warm. I sat on my hands, heating them up,while my teeth chattered liked a cup of crooked dice. Finally warm, I slid out of the jacket but a few minutes later put it back on when the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard where we,the sixth graders, walked
When I got to the hunting area, I found a bison. BAMM! I shot it and I heard the sound of the bison fall. It made a big thud. I then skinned and cleaned it and cut away the meat. I put the meat in the bag that I brought with me and I filled it with 100 pounds of meat, which was all I could carry. After that, I went back to where the wagon was stationed.
There is on time that I will never forget. It was early in the morning, I was running behind about 15 minutes, so by the time I got out in the woods it was legal shooting hours. Theirs a spot on the side of the road where corn is stored by Game Fish and Parks. I had seen deer their before so I drove be before hiking in to my stand. Standing 40 yards is probably the biggest buck I have ever seen on public hunting grounds. I jumped out of my truck and pulled up on him. Now my bow has three sights on it. They are set at ten yards, 20 yards, and 30 yards. The deer being at 40 yards I was a little unsure if I could hit him. I had shot at 40 yards before so I roughly knew I had to use my 30 yard sight and aim around 2.5 to 3 feet above the buck. By the time I had all this calculated the buck didn’t want to stick around any longer so he ran off. It had just snowed the night before so it was easy for me to follow him. I followed him for about a mile the he jumped the fence onto private land ending the hunt. I still have yet to see him again. Most hunters that I know that both bow and rifle hunt feel the same
I stepped out of the chilly November air and into the warmth of my home. The first snowfall of the year had hit early in the morning, and the soft, powdery snow provided entertainment for hours. As I laid my furry mittens and warm hat on the bench to dry, I was immediately greeted with the rich scent of sweet apple pie, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes, and the twenty-pound turkey my mother was preparing for our Thanksgiving feast.
Even with the disappointment of not bagging this magnificent buck a smile came to my face. Just the possibility of merely seeing one of these beautiful animals is enough to keep me going back to the woods for a lifetime.