Meanwhile in the forest, Hunter was observing a herd of deer waiting for one to wander off from the rest, when one did he lowered himself to its level and loaded his bow.
As he lined up his shot, he heard the faint snap of a twig behind him and in one fluid motion; Hunter twisted around and fired the arrow into the knee of the man behind him. The man then stared at Hunter who stared back at him, with his green eyes and Hunter simply smirked at him for he recognised the scar over the left, which Hunter had given him years before.
“Hello Viper,” Hunter said as the man in front of him, pulled out the arrow, “I think it’s safe to say that your adventuring days are over.”
Viper sniggered “why because I took an arrow to a knee...we live a land of magic, it’ll patch up easy,” he said as he got to his feet.
Hunter smirked and pointed the bow towards him, as Viper reached for the emerald bladed swords on his back.
“I warn you now...you pull those swords, this arrow goes in your chest,” Hunter said and Viper put his hands in front of him, “good now perhaps you could tell me why the guard who t...
First, the attitude of the speaker’s father creates a contrast with other hunter’s behaviours during hunting. When the speaker goes hunting with his father, his father often adopts the technique of “[sitting] silently, motionless and endlessly patient, waiting for deer to come down the paths” (2). They sit this way for hours and are usually rewarded because “there was always an abundance of less patient hunters … noisily crashing about, keeping the deer more or less constantly on the move” (2). The sound of
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.
As the fog thickens, he reassures himself that he could kill if he is allowed the opportunity: "I could do it, if I came on a deer; I felt certain I could, and would"(95). Encased by an eerie silence and nearing a ditch, the sight of a small deer comes to him out of the white fog. He lifts the bow and holds the deer within his vision, the calm, cool surface of the "hunter" giving way to nervousness as he prepares to release the arrow. The arrow sails through the fog, missing its target as the deer turns to run from the sound of the whipping bowstring. Trembling and unsure of himself, Ed lets go of another arrow in vain, hitting where the deer had just been (97). Defeated as a hunter, and as a man, he makes his way back to camp; the other men awake to see hi...
With the overwhelming detail, the readers are able to imagine the perfect replication of what Robert is seeing in the story and this allows for the detachment from reality. At the verge of the climax of the story, Robert sees a doe: “he was alone with the [it] in a green world that seemed to cru for rich red, and he did not have time to think; it was enough that he sensed the doe’s quick decision to leave him” and at that moment, “the arrow sliced through the deer” (1670)
From the corner of the eye, Reaper saw his former protégé aim his Peacekeeper at him and moved to grab his right arm, the bullet pierced his shoulder instead of his head. The mercenary punched the younger man in the face throwing him in the wall.
Foremost, we need to examine the hunter from his psychological progression from his past. In the story, his views are often overshadowed by the narrater or by our learned emotion to see the story as a picture. He states that he has emotional baggage from a previous relationship (Houston, MLM, 805) and tries to explain how much she hurt him. That would bring any of us to a point of building a sort of emotional wall. From this the narrorater begins to build a sort of case against him with her friends instead of looking and progressing him past that point of rejection from his past girlfriend.
He concentrates on getting as close as possible without being noticed. Ed then decides he is ready as he will ever be. Yet, the moment he shoots his arrow he feels that he jerks upward. He immediately realizes that he is going to miss. Indeed, he does miss the shot, yet he wastes another arrow, knowing the second shot is pointless for the deer is now running.
...sed the cross hairs on its chest and took a shot. The deer jumped straight up in the air and then started running right at me. I racked another shell in the chamber. At less than ten yards I took another shot. This time the deer did two somersaults and landed about seven feet from me. Excited I got up to take a look, the deer was definitely dead. He laid there on the ground in front of me with the nerves in his massive body still twitching. He was a nice ten point, this really made me happy because he was bigger than my brothers. My first shot had hit him in that shoulder, because I was probably shaking when I shot and this threw my shot off. My second shot went threw the neck and into the chest. After sitting and enjoying the moment I gutted him and drug him up to the house. This last season turned out to be my best ever because I was persistent and never gave up.
"Patroclus," Achilles started, his voice notably low and serious in comparison to the cheerful tone it had been just seconds before. "Do not move."
To Mr. Rainsford, hunting is like football to a NFL player. Hunting plays a huge role in his li...
...the front, not taken the prey? Was he, or were they, also from his own tribe or was it the same murderer, at first the arrow and then the final blow with the club?
... shoved one of them into Mark’s chest and strode toward an open chest that spilled over with assorted weapons.
...ng so, he began roaring and screaming, in order to build excitement from the crowd. What a mistake this was. As he was exciting the crowd he gave crucial seconds to his opponent. As soon as Striger recovered, he was in search of the knife. It was the same knife which caused drastic cuts onto him. It was only an arms length away. Striger stretched out his hand and grabbed reaching the tip of the blade. With his finger tip he pushed back the knife towards himself and then grabbed on to it firmly. Vintage stood not so far of from where Striger laid. The wounded Striger was now up and in search of Vintage. As soon as he found caught up with him he pounced onto him as a lion leaps over it’s pray and stabbed him right across his neck. Blood was flushing out of the neck as though it was an open tap. Vintage sucked in his last breath and then feel fast to the ground, dead.
I knocked the arrow, drew back the string until I could feel the fabric of it on my face, and released. The first thing I heard was a “WHIZZZ!” of the arrow flying through the air, but the next thing a heard was a rustle in the grass behind the chair. “AWW!,” I missed I said as I went to retrieve the arrow. I was missing a lot, and was about to go inside when my brother, who had also bought a bow, but only three arrows, said,”I want to have a shoot off with you”.
hole through his head and a pistol dropped near his body. Through her blurry vision she notices a