Descriptive Essay On Hunting

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I am by no means an avid hunter, however; I enjoy hunting when given the opportunity. I do not hunt for horns, as some do; I hunt for whatever presents itself. I purchase tags with the intent to fill both the doe tags and the buck tags. The last time I went deer hunting with someone else, I went with my fiancé, Curtis. It was a frigid day in late autumn; we finally had a day off together, what better way to spend the day than hunting. It was a stunning day, despite the temperature; the breeze billowed peacefully through the trees, rustling what few leaves were still hanging, onto the tree’s branches. The sun gave a warm glow to the seasoned alfalfa, that a few months prior had been a vibrant, lively green. The deer did not seem to mind the …show more content…

The grass was waist high, I ran my hand across the dry, brittle grass stalks, as I walked, listening to the birds singing joyfully about our arrival and coyotes yelping about the approaching dusk. Occasionally I would pull a stalk of grass and poke Curtis with it, affectionately. He, of course, did not find it as affectionate or amusing as I did and I received a multitude of dirty looks, for being “bothersome”. Once arriving at the barn, we settled in to wait, on a clear shot. Shortly after we settled in, we started hearing the squirrels scamper in the tree line. As any hunter knows, squirrels are not quiet by nature. How a one pound, or less, squirrel can make as much, if not more, noise than a one hundred plus pound deer, beats me. Every time a squirrel made its annoying venture from tree to tree, our ears would perk up and our eyes would jump to where the noise was coming from. Squirrels bring disappointment to even the most experienced and patient hunters. After hearing squirrels until just before dusk, I finally had a deer come into sight. My arm hairs raised with my excitement, I whispered to Curtis that I see quite a few deer, just on the other side of the minute hump in the field. He pulls up his rifle to get a better look at the deer, at the same time I do. We both say, we think the closest one is a doe. I …show more content…

As we walked to the deer, I realized I had not made a good selection on which shoes to wear while hunting. My boots that were water proof the last time I had been hunting were not water proof this time. I could feel my shoes taking on water from the melting snow. My socks were damp and my toes were cold. I trudged on despite the circumstances, complaining frequently, not about my cold feet, but about not being given a chance to take a shot at the deer, I called. Curtis says he did not hear me call the deer. It was dusk by the time we got to the deer. Hurriedly, we gutted the deer in the field to make it lighter to carry back to the truck. Coyotes started howling around this time, which put me on edge. For some reason, a coyote’s howl has always made me fearful. Supposedly, they are more afraid of humans than humans are of them, I am unsure of that. Curtis decided to go back to the truck and drive around to one of the gates, to get out of carrying the deer quite a ways. I was left with the deer while he went after the truck. The howls got louder the longer he was gone. My hair was standing end on end and I had broken out in a cold sweat at some point. The smell of the fresh kill filled the air and the temperature had dropped even lower, since the sun was starting to dip below the tree line. Steam from the deer’s body heat rolled like fog off the body

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