A Sand County Almanac Summary

For centuries, seasons have been understood to stand for the same set of meanings. Seasons are easily understood by the reader, and are easy for the writer to use; as Foster states, “Seasons can work magic on us, and writers can work magic with seasons” (Foster 192). The different seasons are a huge part of our lives; we live through each one every year, and we know how each of them impacts our lives. This closeness between people and nature allows us to be greatly impacted by the use of seasons in literature. In addition, Foster lays out the basic meanings of each season for us: autumn is harvest, decline, tiredness; winter is anger, hatred, cold, old age; summer is passion, love, happiness, beauty; and spring is childhood and youth. On the

Before he shares his hunting experiences, he describes the forest with intense emotion. “And most precious of all, the flesh of the wild things that share with us these mountains and the plains to the east – the elk, the whitetail and mule deer; the ducks and geese, grouse and pheasant and Hungarian partridge and dove and chukar and wild turkey; the trout and whitefish.” (Bass, 255). He describes in such details the beauty of the nature that instantly makes us feel the connection. He helps readers understand how he feels as he hunts in a natural forest rich with a variety of prey. Likewise, Bass continues by drawing logos in his argument. He mentions that only 5 percent of the nation and 15 to 20 percent of Montanans are hunters but in the Valley almost everyone is a hunter. He states that is not due to peer pressure of the local culture or due to the economic boon of a few hundred pounds of meat rather due to the terrain itself. By reading this claim we can agree that the landscape can draw a person to hunt. There are small number of places that have valleys and forest which little number of hunter. Hence, Rick Bass’s love for the territory is one reason why he loves to hunt.

Aldo Leopold wrote about the connection humans should have with land and/or nature. In part 1 of the book A Sand County Almanac reveals what Leopold family sees and does on a weekend refuges from the “shack”. The shack is a national historic landmark which was a rebuilt chicken coop along the Wisconsin River. The theme in part 1 of Leopold’s book is to have respect for small things. In order to understand the meaning of Leopold’s theme it is important to know the meanings to all the words. The definition of respect is a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements (Dictionary, 2015). When referring to the small things; Leopold is giving a sense of wonder that helps us to

In the short essay “Why I Hunt” by Rick Bass, the writer gives the reader his personal perspective of what hunting is like for him. Rick Bass goes on to share the story of his family’s move from the hills of Fort Worth, Texas to the very remote Yaak Valley of Montana. The move to this area makes Bass want to hunt more since there is a better variety of prey, and due to everyone that has lived in what Bass calls “the Yaak”, has hunted their entire lives, he feels obligated to do it more than what he did when he lived in Texas (655). In “Why I Hunt, Bass argues that his love for hunting is an enjoyable hobby that develops his imagination and gets him in touch with nature, and that people should put down technology and try hunting. Bass uses imagery to show the beauty of hunting, and pathos to describe his emotions towards hunting.

16) How does Leopold outwit the great trout at the Alder Fork? What was “big” about the trout caught that day?

“Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land… harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left” (Pg 189). In less than three sentences, to me this quote summarizes everything that Leopold is trying to say in his novel. Metaphorically, the quote is talking about two friends. In regards to the novel, Leopold is saying that humanity cannot take and use the lands resources without making a conscious effort to replenish them. The non-fiction novel A Sand County Almanac written by Aldo Leopold characterizes the importance in loving, caring and understanding our environment, land and ecosystems that surround us.

The Great Smoky Mountains are one of a kind mountains. I was on the top of one of mountains; the view was breathtaking and was an amazing to see. I relate to Dellarobia’s awe from the mountains and countryside. Appalachia is a mainly rural area, with distinct people and landforms. There is diversity in this area. In some places, technology thrives. In others however, are lacking up to date technology. From one perspective, this is understandable. Every town is different and may not have every object the next town has. These places are isolated from industrial cities; many jobs in this area include farming, coal mining, and lumbering. However, looking at this from another angle, this is unfair to the areas without up to date technology. These areas could be in poverty and may not be able to afford everything new. This novel gives us an example of this with the Turnbow family and their

Our yearly pilgrimage to our deer lease in Menard, Texas starts every year on the first Friday in November. To get there we head four hours north thru the sprawling metropolis of San Antonio, full of its traffic and impatient drivers. Upon leaving the city limits of San Antonio, we head west towards Kerrville and the landscape starts to change drastically. No longer are we driving on flat land but now the car is climbing small hills and the road winds. We drive in this direction until we reach the vast acres of ranch land located on a lonely farm road between the small cities of Junction and Menard. If you drive too fast down the winding road, you will miss the old metal gate that is almost hidden by brush trees. My husband is the hunter, yet I love to come with him, because this is the place, where I disconnect from the fast paced life of city dwelling and feel reconnected once again to nature and I find peace and rest here in this cactus and dirt oasis.

Would I recommend A Sand County Almanac to someone I know? Depending upon who it was, I would definitely recommend this book. I think I would suggest this book for someone who enjoys the outdoors. But someone who does not appreciate the outdoors, in my opinion, would not get as much out of the book. The reason I would recommend this book is because I thought it did a splendid job describing the tinniest things and making them interesting. Who would have known that reading about chickadees feeding or describing a bur oak would be interesting to read? The first part of the book is broken down into months, while the final part really goes into Leopold’s land ethics.

The indication of morning had approached; wind halted while the air became temperate. Morning routine of the birds, fetching food for their children, communicating with the others, hatching their eggs. Newly seeded grass shooted out, growing like weeds. The air reminded Mary of a camping trip when she was younger in Yosemite Park. Pinecones and trees gave her the happy memories, ones of her husband and her only child before the accident.

Striving to be more than just a spectator in the human experience, I seek opportunities to practice collaboration and consensus building, while advancing a more equitable and democratic society. The human community needs to foster dynamic partnerships and explore emerging opportunities that can assist in advancing a civil society that supports our global environment.

The meaning of a poem is not typically set in stone, so it is fairly common for there to be multiple ways to interpret a poem; this is especially true in the case of the poem “October” by Bobbi Katz. This poem describes the appearances, sounds, activities, and feelings that often occur during the month of October, and at first glance this poem appears to do so in a lighthearted manner. However, upon further analysis of the poem there seems to be an eerie undertone to it. By looking at each distinct image presented in the poem separately and analyzing different aspects, such as personification, word choice, and allusions, it becomes apparent that there are at least two rather distinct ways to look at and interpret this poem, which creates a tension in the overall meaning of the poem and what the poem is describing.

The two poems “Five A.M.” and “Five Flights Up” portray the speakers’ reflections on their early morning surroundings. Each poet uses his reflection as a means of communicating his unique state of mind. The poets distinguish their reflections and respective states of mind by narrating in different points of view and by incorporating rhetorical questions and personifications that uniquely capture the vitality of the early morning.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.