A Personal Narrative : Hunting As A Personal Experience

Of all the hobbies out there one of my most fond hobbies would have to be duck hunting. It’s something that nothing else in this word can compare to. Chasing ducks is something that’s been in my blood for three generations now. From a very young age I’ve been very into the sport. Duck hunting is a passion that comes deep from my family, from my dad to my grandfather we’ve all become obsessed with the sport. Wading through the flooded fields and timber of the Mississippi delta, and shooting ducks is something that will never go out of style to me.

First, At about eleven o'clock I was riding around on my deer lease just listening to music and looking for deer. Also I was checking my game cameras. Next, I checked my deer camera and I thought I would make a circle and see if I could see any deer. So we are about halfway through making a circle and we start seeing some deer. Also, we saw a really big ten point, but it's about eleven thirty now and it's getting frigid .

In Richard B. Lee’s article, “What Hunters do for a Living” he takes readers into the world of the ! Kung Bushmen who lived in the Kalahari desert. He then documents their gathering and food practices. Many decades ago, humans were entirely dependent on gathering and hunting their own food. Vegetables were 60-80% of the !

Just a typical evening driving home from work, tired from such a long day. Lis-tening to the music just trying to stay awake. All of a sudden something runs out in front of you, and without any hesitation you slam on your brakes. Next thing you know, there is a deer, that u just about hit, standing inches in front of your car. Just a typical deer running like they always do, when it gets close to dark.

One glorious morning my grandpa and I got up bright and early. We got ready and headed into the woods to prepare for our deer hunt. We walked through the brush as quiet as possible so that we would not spook any animals in the area. On our way to the hunting spot, we stopped in a couple areas to take in how beautiful the view was. Once we took the view in we kept moving toward our hunting spot. Finally, we reach our hunting blind and we get all set up for the hunt. My grandpa and I sat in the blind and talked quietly about how we hoped a deer would come by soon so that we didn’t have to hunt all day. About twenty-five minutes into the hunt I hear a faint noise come from behind me. My eyes lit up with excitement hoping that when I turned around

Leaves have all transformed to different colors, pumpkins are being hunted down, and the smell of Fall is brewing. October is here. It is not the costumes, carvings, or delicious caramel corn that gets me all hyped up, it is the opening day of duck season. Duck hunting is one of my most cherished times to spend with my dad, grandpa, and younger sister. I started tagging along with my dad at about three years old. At that age, rather than handling a gun, I handle some crayons and a coloring book in the back of the blind. Five years later I was able to start shooting on my own and still continue to.

Everyone kills, and everyone eats. Not everyone eats what they kill, but these remain two of the most intimate forms of communing with our environment, whether we recognize them as such, or not. Almost 40 000 Americans are killed each year as the result of homicidal, accidental, and suicidal uses of guns; in all, Americans wielding guns intimidate, wound, and kill hundreds of thousands every year. These were the kinds of ideas impressed upon me as I grew up in my urban home: Guns were beasts, as were knives, arrows, spears, indeed anything could become a weapon if held in a particular way. We sprayed each other with the hose instead of water guns, and spent many long hours as a family "communing with nature" through long walks on the

my first rifle hunting experience was on a cold november evening,my brother woke me up and said there was a deer. i bumped the wall when i

For many people hunting is just something they do to pass the time, but for me it’s so much more! For me the love and passion for hunting started at a very young age, before I was even old enough to walk I was on my dad’s shoulders as he walked through a field shooting pheasants. One of the great benefits of living in Texas is there isn’t any age restrictions on hunting so if your parents think you can do it all you gotta do is go pick up a license from your local Walmart or hunting store. So at the age of four is where it all began, it was only a Russian Boar, but from that point on it just meant the world to me.

I'm staring down the barrel of my savage 243. In my sights is a beautiful buck. He's relaxed slowly grazing at the alfalfa in the field. My heart is racing, adrenaline rushing through me. As I slow down my breath and prepare to take the shot I start to think. If I do this, if I take this shot, I will now be a hunter. I will have taken the life of another animal in order to able to feed myself and my family. I take one last breath brace for the kick of my gun and put my finger on the

Imagine having the feeling of complete serenity as you lay still waiting; listening to every broken stick, crushed leaf, and bird chirp. Waiting for the footsteps of a deer or the image of one in the distance to fill your veins with adrenaline which gives you that feeling you dream about. All this leading up to one pull of a trigger, sending a message to your brain that tells you you’ll be a hunter for the rest of your life. This image was a very important part of my life.

The wait till the first day of hunting season was intense! Finally it came, that Monday morning after the Thanksgiving weekend I got all bundled up and followed my father’s unusual routine, as I once thought. When we got into the woods I had no idea what was to come. First, it was boring; we just sat in the tree stand and saw nothing. Then we decided to walk around and see if we could find anything. Well after a while we finally found what we were looking for a deer! It was only a couple yards away. I was shaking like a leaf! I braced myself and pulled the trigger! The deer hunched up and took off. My Dad said he thought I hit it but wasn’t sure.

It was my favorite time of the year again, deer hunting season. Going to my cabin up in northern Minnesota and doing what I love was never a let down. The peacefulness, liveliness, and belongingness of being in the woods made deer hunting the most enjoyable part of the year.

I was so excited for tomorrow's hunt. Night falls and we get to bed in the upstairs room; I could barely sleep at all. Morning came and we set out searching for deer. The first day was pretty uneventful. We didn’t see and wildlife hardly at all, but I still l had a cool experience. I got to drink from a natural spring, which kept my spirits high. The next day is inescapably here, and we head out again. This time was it. We are walking along when my dad suddenly stops me. He points up this hill as I squint my eyes to try and see what he's talking about. He sets the gun down and lines it up. At the same time I lay down and peer through the scope at what is unmistakably a buck. It wasn’t anything spectacular like a four point, this time it only had two points on each side. My dad told me to aim at the middle of his shoulder blade. I carefully limit my shot to as close to the middle of the buck’s shoulder blade as I can get, and I squeeze the trigger. Bang, the shot flies through the air dropping the buck where he stood. I was ecstatic at the sight of it, but just when I thought it was over another buck walks in to see what had

INTRO: I never thought I would feel so awful after pulling that trigger and watching that innocent animal give it’s life to me. I was only ten years old and my life was certainly impacted forever. Nowadays, many people think that pulling the trigger of a gun is not hard at all. In reality, it might be pretty easy. It is the aftermath on the other hand that will leave an internal scar, changing a person forever. On my first deer hunt, a young buck stepped out of the dense willow clusters with it’s head down, giving me a shot. Soon I would be faced with the tough decision of taking the life of an innocent animal. Meanwhile, on my first turkey hunt, there too I would soon be changed forever.