Reflection Of The Most Dangerous Game

While reading The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell I got chills going down my back. Seeing how a man like General Zaroff a man that has hunted all his life and has had more experience hunting men could have been defeated, by Rainsford, a man that hunts animals. I personally was hooked on since the beginning because this story reminds me of a movie I saw so it was quite interesting to read this story. In the beginning of the story we see Rainsford that is in a yacht with what we can his friend, they are just cruising towards Rio de Janeiro. Whitney which is Rainsford friend tells him about the island in which all the sailor dislike and try to avoid. However, Rainsford has only one thing on his mind and it’s the hunting trip that his friend

This wolf was the hunter just like Zaroff and the pigs was Rainsford, but in the long run Rainsford overcame the obstacle and the wolf fell to the hands of the pigs just like Zaroff got outsmarted by Rainsford. The other story of the tortoise and the hare we can see that the hare got outsmarted just like Zaroff got outsmarted by Rainsford even though Zaroff had the upper hand always and the experience. I can barely relate to this story, but I can relate how much I love to go hunting. I have never thought about the idea of putting me in the spot of the animal. Now that I come to think of it, it must be harsh being hunted. I care for animals and all but at the same time I love the sport, it’s just hard to think about switching position with the prey. When I go out and hunt I’m like Zaroff tracking, and hunting the prey until I fulfill my objective in which it is to kill them. Each animal has their own season and at the same time there are rules so there can never be overkill. The adrenaline rush that I get when the first shot it done it 's unexplainable, it’s something that feels like love so many feelings but you can’t explain