Hunting is one of my favorite things to do. I have many great memories hunting with my dad. Those memories I will never forget. My favorite memory hunting is when I got my first deer. It was September 26, 2015, it was humid and I was excited to go hunting. My dad and I were getting ready to go hunting, we put on our camo clothes with our orange vests. Once we were dressed we put on face paint and sprayed raccoon pee on our boots to cover human scent. Then we loaded the muzzleloader and we were ready to hunt! My dad and I went to sit in a double tree stand near the edge of the woods. The tree stand was about 15 feet in the air. For about 45 minutes my dad and I watched many deer walk by, bucks, does, and fawns. But, none of them where the right shooting size. Until I saw a 6 pointer about 100 yards away and decided I was going to shoot it. My dad and I watched the deer for about 20 minutes, each minute it getting closer to us. The deer had a nice body, perfect for shooting. …show more content…
It was the perfect time. I put up my muzzleloader and pulled it tight to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger, aiming behind his front right leg. After I had shot the deer, my dad and I watched it leap away into the woods. I was so overwhelmed that I started bawling. “What’s wrong Audrey? Did the gun hurt your arm? Why are you crying?” my dad asked
This book was published in 1981 with an immense elaboration of media hype. This is a story of a young Mexican American who felt disgusted of being pointed out as a minority and was unhappy with affirmative action programs although he had gained advantages from them. He acknowledged the gap that was created between him and his parents as the penalty immigrants ought to pay to develop and grow into American culture. And he confessed that he got bewildered to see other Hispanic teachers and students determined to preserve their ethnicity and traditions by asking for such issues to be dealt with as departments of Chicano studies and minority literature classes. A lot of critics criticized him as a defector of his heritage, but there are a few who believed him to be a sober vote in opposition to the political intemperance of the 1960s and 1970s.
After an hour and forty five minute drive I was home. I still had over two hours of prime hunting left. I saw several deer that afternoon but they were all too far away for a shot. Just before dark I had a doe come in to about 125 yards away. Knowing that there was little chance that I could hit the deer I took a shot. Sure enough It was a clean miss. Disappointed I hopped back in my car and headed back to East Lansing. The next day I got up at five in the morning and headed to Muskegon. The next Tuesday my roommate and I decided to try are luck again. My roommate and I went to high school together and we had always been hunting partners. I had a class at one o'clock that day so we could only hunt till eleven that morning. We were in the field a half hour before light. I was optimistic that I could get a descent shot off that morning.
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.
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
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...
To a beginner in this sport it may not seem as relaxing as I said it is because, I know that when a person starts at something it may get frustrating. As a person goes along and gets better at these activities, it gets to be more fun and more relaxing. Two years ago when I first started I really was bored the first couple of days because I didn't see any deer, and didn't really talk to my dad a whole lot. Then as the next week came I saw my first deer, and it was out of my shooting range but it still got my heart pumping, and ever since then I have been hooked on it. That also gave me the chance to tell my dad what it was like, and he said the same thing happened to him when he first started out, and now we make the best out of that time and talk together.
Community building can depict an idea of people coming together for a common purpose. The purpose may be unclear on why people are becoming a union, though it may involve the inclusion of people. In “Once Upon a Time” and “Rituals of Memory” both include the gathering of people, however the reasons for their togetherness are very different.
November 2011, the first year I got to go hunting with my dad. I got excited for this year because I became old enough to shoot my first deer with my dad in the hunting stand. I thrived to get my first buck all through November (SV). The night before opening day my dad and I usually go out to chat with my uncles and tell hunting stories at our shack. My uncles always tell old stories of when they got their first buck, and I became nervous knowing I might have a chance at one tomorrow. We drove home that night and I didn't get much sleep at all because I had constant excitement flowing through my body knowing I get to go on my first hunt tomorrow.
Deer Hunting. As a young girl growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, it was common for me to be around hunting. All of the men in my family were hunters, fishers, and trappers. As I grew older my view on hunting changed.
What is memory and how its work. It is usually link with the ‘thinking of again’ or ‘recalling to the mind’ of a thing learned or memorized before. Definitions of this sort imply conscious awareness in the remembered that they are recollecting something of the past. For instance, we may remember our first day of school or some information like who is the president of the country. Basically, this is just tiny part of our capacity when we check out the full human memory capabilities.
Another reason I, and many others enjoy hunting is the tradition behind it, and the family aspect of it. I was taught how to hunt by my dad, and he was
In my lifetime, I have had a great deal of experiences while hunting all different types of species, but the first adrenaline rush was when I was a child while hunting squirrels with my father on a hunting lease in Arkansas. My father was a great wise hunter and he tried his best to teach me the proper techniques and safety before letting me go freely into the wilderness. At this point in time, I had not yet went on an official hunting trip, but was deeply informed by all the hunting stories and all the excitement that was involved. I was more than ready for the adventure I was going to have on the approaching weekend. As I mentioned, my father had always informed me about the adrenaline rushes that was involved while hunting wildlife and I could honestly say that I was already experiencing the rush and the hunt had not even began yet. It was the night before and I was very anxious about the squirrel hunt the next morning.
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.
My mom would hunt often with my grandpa when she was young, as a result, she has always wanted me to continue the tradition. I realized after the hunt, that day was one of the best days of my life. I will always remember exactly what happened that day, that is to say, it was a very special day in my life. With hunting being a really important activity we do in our family, if we have any free time we are at the hunting lease. As a family we get ready for the season by working on the lease. I grew up loving to hunt and fish because of my family. I love when we go to our hunting lease, because it is like our little family getaways. We get to spend time with each other and just hangout and relax. These experiences has made me who I am today; therefore, I know that I will keep this tradition up with my
...his story, they always make fun of me for not firing. Most of them would have taken the shot, knowing full well that it might be a doe. They would not hesitate to break the law. However, what my family has taught me about getting what you want doesn’t mean you have to break the rules. Getting what you want and doing it right, is what is going to make you a better person because you are going to appreciate it much more. If I had taken the life of the wrong deer, I would have to live with the fact that I killed an innocent creature. I learned patience and how to control my emotions by forcing myself to make a proper judgment in a situation in which I could have lost my self-control. As I look back upon the incident now I can tell you that it was the single most important moment in my life as an outdoorsman. I grew as an individual, hunter and most importantly morally.