¨How are you feeling?” My dad asked. We were sitting at the dining table in front of the crackling hot fire having our annual opening morning breakfast, the breakfast which consisted of toast made over the fire and a cup of steaming coffee. While munching on some toast and sipping our coffee, the family gathered around the table sharing their favorite hunting stories whether they were recent as in last year success or stories of when my grandpa shot his very first deer. As my eyes lit up with that ¨glow¨ I responded, ¨I am in the zone.¨ He nodded. He knew my response before I even answered. Less than an hour until sunrise on November 15th, 2017, how could I not be overjoyed? As we finished breakfast the other hunters began to exit camp with a little extra pep in their step. Today was …show more content…
Everyone side by side all armed with their weapon of choice, we trudged our way through the downpour. As we entered the woods and came to the spot where we lost saw the deer we split up. My grandpa and I headed in the direction of the field, my dad and his brother followed where the deer ran last, and my great uncle stood where we saw the deer last. Our plan was simple. If you find the deer and it is on the run let off one coyote howl to inform the others. If you find the deer and it is dead let off multiple coyote howls. A few moments into the hike back the field I heard the glorious coyote howl followed by another and then another. I was ‘on cloud nine’ and grinning ear to ear. My dad took a side of the deer and my uncle Todd took the other and they drug it out of the woods. “One, two, three... nine, ten.” I counted out loud. It was the most perfect deer, very symmetrical and had a huge body. This was the second ten pointer I have shot but this was one was special because of all the time I got to spend with my dad, grandpa, and uncles. It is times like this that I will always cherish the most, times where I get to be doing what I love with the people I
The lake finally melted and flooded the cabin, so a tent was pitched only ten yards from a hunting path. A boundary was made after the tent was pitched and the wolves never crossed it. Farley figured out the wolves were living on mice much more than caribou. When the heat came the wolves more their pups to a summer den where they could run. He watched the wolves hunting one day and was in a rage when they would not try and attack any of the healthy deer. Watching closely he figured out that they usually only eat the sick and weak deer.
...sed the cross hairs on its chest and took a shot. The deer jumped straight up in the air and then started running right at me. I racked another shell in the chamber. At less than ten yards I took another shot. This time the deer did two somersaults and landed about seven feet from me. Excited I got up to take a look, the deer was definitely dead. He laid there on the ground in front of me with the nerves in his massive body still twitching. He was a nice ten point, this really made me happy because he was bigger than my brothers. My first shot had hit him in that shoulder, because I was probably shaking when I shot and this threw my shot off. My second shot went threw the neck and into the chest. After sitting and enjoying the moment I gutted him and drug him up to the house. This last season turned out to be my best ever because I was persistent and never gave up.
Once upon a time, Coyote was hungry, as he always was, but didn't want to hunt for his own food. Instead, he decided to trick the five Wolf brothers
Even tho i did not get an deer i had a great time. I was regretting not shooting at that buck but i am sure glad that i have a friend that takes me hunting now. I had the best night in that
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
18 Jan. 2014. Robb, Bob. I am a skeptic. How many deer are there?
It is a freezing twenty-two degrees outside. Even though it is still too dark to see, as you look over the hills, you see a breathtaking sunrise that will soon creep through the heavy fog. Every breath that you take is like smoke coming out of a dragon’s nostrils. As you are waiting patiently, still, and quietly, you finally see your kill, the white-tail deer. Without a doubt, the white-tail deer should be hunted.
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...
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.
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.
I was nearly finished with my cigarette when behind me I heard the sound of something moving through the grass. I quickly but quietly extinguished my cigarette in the palm of my gloved hand and turned around. My eyes scanned to see exactly where the sounds had come from, and I only hoped that the smell of my cigarette hadn't spooked whatever was walking behind me. After about ten seconds I saw the ears of a deer sticking up above the tall grass about thirty yards from me. I slowly reached to my right to remove my bow from a hook in the tree. The deer was now moving towards me through the long grass, and behind it was another deer. I knew that the rut (the peak mating season) was well under way and this second deer may be a buck. After what seemed like an eternity the second deer came into view. It was a buck, as I had thought, but it was bigger than any deer I had ever seen.
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...