I knew this day was coming, I had felt the knots in my stomach as it got closer to the time. I had been prepared for it, but now it was the time to put my knowledge to practice. By watching my brother for years it had taught me what to do, though this time it was my opportunity to shoot. A great deal had happened to lead up to this day and that was my first time trap shooting. From the time before, the day, and what my first time trapshooting lead to it was a life changing event. I grew up watching my brother trapshoot, knowing that one day it would be my turn too. I had gotten more interested in the sport as I got older in age. By the time I was 12-13 years old and in 7th grade I had to make a hard choice between Trapshooting or Soccer. I …show more content…
When it was my turn to shoot I felt the rough texture of my gun as I lifted it up. Looking down the barrell and steadying it out, taking a deep breath in. Then I yelled pull as I observed and followed the orange clay target that flew up in the sky. I squeezed the trigger when I was right in front of the clay target hearing the loud bang go off. As the shot went off the shell had sent many soaring pellets into the air. The target had shattered in a thousand small pieces as though its life had just ended. I lowered the gun and smelled all the smoke that had been released. At that point I realised that ear plugs were as needed as much as oxygen was. I craved trapshooting since the first time I got the chance to try it. I wanted to shoot every week and go to as many trap shoots as possible. It became an addiction, feeling the recoil and seeing the clay target shatter. Though still getting the knots in my stomach before a trapshoot. My brother and I had became close because of the sport as well. Also my trap team and trap coach became a second family to me. It wasn’t just a sport at that point it became my life, and one of my main focuses other than
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.
When the last day of our trip arrived, we were exhausted and ready for the trip to end. As we were packing up the trucks and getting ready to leave, the quote came to my mind again. I recited it to Bruce only to have him shrug his shoulders and walk away laughing. Bruce did not think he was a good duck caller, but I, along with everyone else in the party knew the truth, “A successful hunt can not be successful without a successful duck caller.”
BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.
Trap shooting is a major part of my life. Ever since I started shooting last summer, I have spent much of my time practicing. It can be both incredibly fun and incredibly frustrating. While it has only been two years, I have improved a ton. Mostly thanks to my two coaches, who devote much of their time and resources to helping my teammates and I. As far as coaches go, I couldn’t ask for better. Over the years they have created many great shooters, including two of the best shooters in the United States, whom we regularly see out at the range. This is even more impressive knowing that it is not a very easy sport to coach.
I was sitting in the old rickety chair that looked as if it had been there for five years. The smell of gunpowder hung in the morning air as I leaned over the rifle rest. My finger wrapped around the trigger as my eye focused through the scope of my grandfather’s Springfield ’03. I took a deep breath and let half out. My finger tightened on the trigger as I awaited the recoil and crack of the gunpowder igniting. Finally, when my finger’s pull was enough to move the trigger, the gun went off. Moments like this are why I love shooting guns.
When I turned three, I started playing my favorite sport to this day, Soccer! I love soccer because it gives me this feeling of excitement and I just love winning with all of my friends on the field. I loved soccer and I looked forward to it every day. I met a lot of my friends in soccer and it is one of the reasons that I started to become an athletic person. Soccer is still my favorite sport and I love it. I am planning to still play soccer up to the varsity team.
I met a shooting instructor named Jim Porter, he saw my hidden talent for shooting and soon became my coach. I fell in love with sporting clays. Sporting clays to me is so special and very emotional. It has given me a platform to meet people that I would never have met before. Shooting is an art form and it allows me to be creative with my athletic talents. The sport of shooting is all about responsibility, discipline, and focus. Shooting is not just pulling the trigger on a gun, it requires strong mentality. Being in this sport has changed the way I use my mind and think. I have trained my mind to become focused at any task I do, either mentally or physically. Shooting has made me become a much more responsible and mature young adult. I take my responsibilities very seriously and always put 110% of my
‘Tweet’ I heard a whistle go. It was time for my first lacrosse practice. I had never played in my life, and I was very nervous, but excited at the same time. My team all ran up to the coach in full pads, still getting used to the huge weight of the helmet. “Pass to each other for 10 minutes”, the coach yelled. I had never even passed. There were about ten high school coaches there to help us. One of my coaches dashed over to me and passed. I missed every single pass, but right away I saw a ball fly right into the pocket of my stick. I was extremely happy that I actually made a single pass. I passed another time and it was good! I was starting to get the hang of it but we were called off to practice shooting. I knew I’d miss most or all shots,
From an early age I always knew I would be playing soccer my whole life. My dad showed me the ropes of how to play and got me interested right away. By the age of three I had started playing, and to this day I have not stopped. Soccer has been a huge part of my life and I don’t know where I would be today if I never played. I met some amazing people playing soccer including my coaches who encouraged me and told me never to give up as well as my teammates who became my friends and were always there for me.
Once again I peek to the side of the wall and prepare to take my first shot. I spot someone from the other team. I aim very carefully... And at that point I thought I had it nailed down, that I would shoot and it would hit whoever that person was and I would finally find out the answer to the question that was banging inside my head from the moment the game begun. How much does this hurt? I shot, "PUFT". "Damn it, I missed..." It was pretty clear I needed more practice, so I aimed once again and "PUFT". Missed again. When was one little paintball going to hit someone? I urged to know how much it
Hunting is a worldwide event that has taken place for hundred's of years and is still a popular trait that is being carried on in today's society by millions of people. Although many people all over the world have experienced the hunting tradition, there are still many people who have not had the chance to experience the thrill of hunting and the excitement that is involved. There are many situations caused by hunting that can give an individual an unequaled sensation caused by an adrenaline rush and I can relate in many ways from the past years of hunting since I was a child.
Deer hunting includes much more than the split second of firing a gun in the woods. Hunting requires hard work and enduring miserable conditions. I am willing to go through the struggles of hunting because of the adrenaline rush I get when I take a shot and the pride of supplying my family with food. Not everyone can hunt, but this hobby provides a challenge that sportsmen and women all around the world enjoy. The split second
I drifted my eyes away from the hill for a short moment until I heard the sound of multiple gunshots in my left ear. My head whipped to face the direction of the sound. It came from the hill. I could not get myself to move but my friends were yellings and ducking. When I finally broke myself free of shock i chose flight, not fight.
Bass, Rick. “Why I Hunt.” The McGraw-Hill Reader Issues across the Disciplines. 11th Edition. Gilbert Muller. New York: McGraw-Hill, 2011. Print.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, the alarm clock sounded off again, trying to get my attention. Awaking from a deep sleep, I remembered that today I would learn about shooting an M-16 rifle. I arose quickly, not wanting to be late, dressed hurriedly in my camouflage utilities and raced out of the door to my car. I could not get to the rifle range fast enough. As I was driving, my thoughts raced and my stomach turned as I wondered if I would be able to hit the target. Would the rifle be too heavy? Would I pass the test? Round and round my thoughts whirled the entire drive.