Analysis Of The Book ' The Hunt '

Then I took him over to where the deer was standing, but there was no blood. I was starting to get angry at myself, for not making the best shot I could. My father and I started walking around the spot looking for blood, but there was still nothing. My father and I walked down the hill behind my tree stand to look, and all the sudden he stopped, and I didn’t know why. Then I saw it. It was the buck. I ran up to it, and it was a monster buck, it could be one of the biggest in Iowa in 2015. I was so excited mostly because I made a perfect shot, it just didn’t bleed like I thought it would’ve. We called up to the house, and my cousin brought down the gator, so it would be easier to get the deer

I slowly pulled back my bow,on the biggest buck i had ever saw in my life.I had a twent

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Early on, hunting for me was waiting for opening day to come and hitting the woods. But I began to notice something, I never saw any deer. Back in elementary school,

BOOM i was so excited I hit it. Later that after noon my dad took me hunting. When we left got in the field we saw to small bucks and a turkey. After about two hours later my dad and i saw a okay sized 11 point . We were really excited. About five minutes after the deer came out we finally got a good soot at it. My dad could hardly see it, therefor he told me if I get a good shoot at it to shoot it. I shoot it with a 7 milliliter 08

Second,This is a story using all of this same equipment. It was sunday morning last day of youth day. Me and my dad was sitting in the field scouting for the evening hunt then we seen a big buck and i got the gun out and got steady and took the shot i miss i put other shell in it and shot it hit he ran and i shot again i miss. We went to go see he jumpt up and started to run i

I could hear it walking on the bed of leaves at a slow and cautious, yet steady pace. My heart started to pound, I reached for my gun and placed it in my lap. I took off my gloves and jammed them into my pocket, all while trying to be as silent as possible. The sound of the deer’s footsteps soon got louder and i saw movement near the edge of the clearing. I slowly shouldered my gun, praying I would not make a sound. I looked through my scope and found the outline of the deer making its way into full view. At this point I think the deer might hear my heart about to explode out of my chest. I let the deer take a few steps into the clearing, I take a deep breath, place the crosshairs behind its front shoulder and gently squeeze the trigger….. I don't even remember the kick of the gun. The only thing I felt was a rush of excitement when the deer dropped and laid

We got back out to a new spot at 2:00, we started hunting right away. We had hunted till about 5:00 and we saw a group of doe’s and they started working their way towards us and we waited for about half an hour and they got close. We relied there were two bucks in the back of the group, once they got in range I trusted myself to take a shot and I hit one of the bucks. I had to trust myself and had confidence that I made a good shot. We waited for about half an hour after I shot before we started looking of it. We looked from 6:00 to 9:00 and had only found my arrow which was completely covered in blood and it had started to rain and we could not find a blood trail, and it had gotten dark so we called it a night and went back to town and planned on waking up early in the morning to go look

It’s not like I really meant to shoot him with an arrow, he just so happened to step in front of the target.. It was my 7th birthday when I blasted my brother with my new gift that my dad had just bought that day. It was a hot pink bow and had five matching arrows to go with it. My brother had been big in archery since my age and so has my dad. They always went hunting and I always wanted to go with him, but I couldn’t, and now, I finally could. My brother, Skylar has red hair, blue eyes, and is very tall. After I got done opening all of my presents, he came outside to help me set up my new prized possession and assisted me in shooting and learning the fundamentals of how to hold the bow and where to place the arrows. In that very moment, he messed up. It was his fault what happened next, not mine.

I woke up around 6:30 in the morning and I realized I had not eaten in days and I was starving. So I went out and started looking for something to eat, but I couldn’t find anything, then out of the corner of my eye I saw a rabbit so I jumped for But unfortunately I missed and the rabbit hopped away. So I went back to the camp, and I sat there and I was thinking how was I going to catch any animals then it hit me.I started out in the woods looking of a curved stick and eventually after looking for one for about twenty minutes I found one I tried to break it but it was to hard so it was a good stick. So I started walking back to camp when I got there I took one of my shoelaces and tied it to the stick the shoelace was nice and sturdy so I knew this was going to be a good bow.

‘How do you muster the strength to break your parents’ hearts?’ This passage from Deranged Marriage is about Sushila Das, the author, and her decision to not follow in the family tradition of arranged marriage and her parents’ reaction. This is one of the most important passages in the book as this is when Das decides to turn her life around and live how she wants it, hopefully with her parents blessing. Das’s intention with this piece was like her memoir to take her stand against aspects in Indian culture, this was her final foot down to her parents refusing to follow their traditions knowing and regretting the backlash that would hit her parents. She does this by reflecting a critical eye on herself with internal dialog and commentary on dialog while having this conversation with her father.

Many people enjoy riding roller coasters or skydiving because they enjoy the thrill, but there is no thrill like hunting. The rush of seeing the majestic beasts glide through the woods is an experience that few know and many never experience. The adrenaline pushes of pulling the trigger and seeing the arrow fly in slow motion as it streaks through the air is one the most exhilarating things that can be experienced, but hunting is not easy and that can’t be seen more through my first experience crossbow hunting.

November 8th, 2014. The first Saturday of the deer hunting season. Opening day. It was a 20 to 30 degree Fahrenheit day. Earlier this morning, my dad and I went out hunting hoping to get something, but sadly I did not see anything sitting in the stand with my dad. Since we had a long and boring morning, my dad and I decided to head back home and rest for the night shift of hunting. When we returned home, I undressed from all my orange clothing and took a long nap. I woke up to eat lunch, which was some warm homemade soup that my mother had made my dad and I to eat for lunch. After lunch, we were ready to head out again.

I can remember everything about the first deer I shot. The smells the weather, watching the red sun come up in the morning over the trees lighting up the forest. The whole weekend was memorable but the first morning of deer opener was when I got my ten-point buck, barely. As we pull up to our family cabin, I can see through the windows on the front of the house my grandfather and my two uncles sitting at the kitchen table. My dad asked me what I thought they were doing and I bet on them all playing cards, that was what we always did on nights before we went hunting. Once we walked in, we were greeted with handshakes and some meal in a crockpot my grandma had made to keep us all good and full for the weekend. I had gotten all my stuff ready for the next morning and went back out to the kitchen to visit with everyone before we all went to bed. Everyone was sitting and talking around the table about where we were all going to sit in the morning. As we talked I asked if I could sit in the "bucket stand," they agreed I could, it was my Uncle Dan's favorite spot and had gotten many deer there. It was a good stand, and they decided that’s where I would sit. As we got ready for bed, I climbed up to the top bunk bed and was anxious for the next morning I wanted to get the first buck of the weekend. So before I went to bed, I prayed to god that I got one of the first deer of the year that next morning. After that, I fell right asleep.

When we got to are stand there was all ready deer there. That's not good, because that means we half to scare off the deer. The deer can scare off other deer that were coming. As I put my arrow in my bow I Could feel the fiberglass slide throw my