The back door flew open freely with a bang, the screen door had already blown away, then the front door flew open, then the windows began crashing one by one. We were under attack though I couldn’t quite understand why. We were good people who did good things, yet Mother Nature seemed to think we deserved this. In retrospect, I suppose we should have seen this coming. On the evening of Sunday June 2nd we sat around the living room. My mother knitting, my father reading the paper, I and my brothers playing cards, and my sisters braiding each other’s hair. The TV was tuned to the news channel so as to bring some noise into the room. “The air outside is getting cooler, tomorrow will be a good day for deer hunting,” said my father. “Why is that?” piped my oldest sister. “It’s because when a cold front comes through to deer start to move around again,” explained father. Suddenly the TV weatherman began to shout, “The system previously believed to be uninfluential has taken a turn for the worse. We can expect to see heavy rain and high winds with this one. This may be a good opportunity to review your family’s storm safety …show more content…
The ceiling had begun to leak and there were large puddles of water in many divers places. All the family was shouting: from the oldest to me, the youngest. The whole experience was quite deafening, to be honest. We came together and huddled in the hall bathroom, the centermost point of the house, praying and hoping and listening. The listening had to be the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a while. Everywhere could be heard sounds of destruction and rampage. The elements were sent to us to punish us in some way, which way I did not know. When the doors began flying open and off of their hinges and the windows began crashing in, I knew we were done for. In all the commotion, could one truth be understood: this was the
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
According to Cornel West African Americans had "[...]rhythmic freedom if not political freedom"; this statement signifies the main importance of folktales in that they were a source of escape for many slaves. In addition, these folktales were empowering, informative, and gave African Americans a sense of community. The folktale "Deer Hunting Story" is a perfect example of how folktales were empowering. "The Deer Hunting Story" goes as follows: a slave and his master go deer hunting, both with rifles in their hands, the master attempts to drive the deer towards the slave for him to shoot; however, the slave lets the deer run past and when confronted by his master, he claims to have witnessed a white man with chairs on his head run past (60).
I rushed out to the truck as the horn blared. I threw my things into the truck and we went off towards the woods. I had to talk to Kevin about where the deer come from when i am sitting in the stand. He told me everything I needed to know about the place less than 10 minutes in the hot and humid truck. Well let's go back to see what led to this.
Since the beginning of time man has been hunting animals for food. Even before fire, man needed to hunt, because hunting was the only way to eat. At first man used things such as spears and rocks to kill its prey. As man evolved, they started using bows and arrows. Next came an early model of what we use today, the firearm. It is powerful yet easy to carry around. It puts the animal through less suffering and is a lot more efficient than previous techniques. Hunting was once a necessity, but now it is a tradition, passed on from father to son as a way to spend time together, enjoy the outdoors, and experience what our ancestors went through in hunting their dinner. Since it is considered a sport some think we are killing off the deer population, when in actuality, “While most other big-game species have declined with the spread of urbanization, the whitetail has been able to adapt to its ever-changing environment. Through the efforts of state agencies and conservation groups like Whitetails Unlimited, wildlife officials estimate today’s whitetail population to exceed 30 million” (www.whitetailsunlimited.org).
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.
“What are we going to do,” cried Stewart,” We’re all going to die!” Jill started to wail into the rumbling of the flow. “Calm down, both of you! Remember what the radio said, everything will be okay,” Mom exclaimed. The radio that had sat in their swept away living room, had ordered them to stay calm and get to high ground. Stewart continued, unfazed by his Mom’s orders,”Those boulders could tear this house apart! How are we going to be okay!?” Jill’s wailing stopped in shock, then continued even louder than before. Mom calmly answered,” We will be okay; the authorities will come for us.” At that moment the house shook ominously. A cracking sound shook the house and everyone on it to their very core. The house sagged violently to one side tossing the occupants to the edge of the
"When done under the rules of good sportsmanship, duck hunting is a culmination of art, skill, and scientific endeavor. It is also an act of love, for who loves the birds more than the hunter." --Bob Hinman, The Duck Hunter's Handbook, 1974. This quote, I believe applies to all kinds of hunting. This was not clear to me, however, until I was around thirteen years old. I am sure glad that it is now, though.
I woke up one morning ready to go bear hunting with my papaw. me and him had to load the dogs up so I went and got them. We took off as we sped down twenty-mile road and out of nowhere they were roaringly load. We cut the dogs off the box they were out of there like a bolt of lightning. It took my dogs Sundance and Lilly nine hours to tree the massive black bear. We had to drive from about one end of twenty mile to the other which was about four hours of driving to get to the tree. When we got there, I got out my gun and started to go to the tree when we got there I loaded the gun and got ready to shoot there it was setting in the closest fork up the tree,
We set out to our hunting spot early in the morning. An early morning frost sparkled in the morning light like a young child's eyes on Christmas morning. The cold lashed at my skin. It was so cold that we decided to hunt out of the truck. Dad’s truck was an old, blue Toyota, which was usually
I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.
I couldn’t believe how it happened It was so exciting. It all started when me and my dad got all of our hunting stuff around and put in the truck. Then we headed to hunting property and when we get to hunting spot I get out of the truck nice and quietly and me and my dad get our stuff on then I get the gun out of the case and load the gun and then we quietly walk out to your blind when we get into the stand of course my dad sites in the chair and the chair makes a big “ POP” and I thought for sure that if there was any deer even close to us at all we just scared them.
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.
One day I had an idea and then I asked him “Dad would you like to go hunting?He said” sure son” but then the wind speed kicked up things started to fall.So we hurried and flew out the door and got in the car, and went up north. But when everything was going right the car tire popped and we ran out of gas so we had to push the car. Then we finally got our tire fixed and all juiced up and back on the road. And when we were going to a place to hunt people were already there.
After watching a competition shoot in April 2014 I decided to pursue archery as a personal hobby. I chose to learn how to shoot on a compound bow because it is the easiest bow to draw back and more forgiving on your body. Since I have committed myself to archery I now shoot in monthly competitions and have also taken my bow hunting with me. While shooting my bow I have become more efficient at decision making and also staying focused and calm while processing different motions and information at once. Most importantly archery has helped boost myself esteem while creating a stronger bond and shared interest with my husband.
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