Briana Kowalke: The First Deer Hunting Tradition

Hunting is very valuable to me, but the value is deeper than just hunting. There are so many aspects of hunting that I love. But I cherish my bow above all of them. Having my bow with me when I’m in the stand or when I’m at my neighbor’s house practicing, gives me a since of dominance. Also brings me pride knowing I’ve worked hard and stayed committed to something I truly love. There are all kinds of animals to hunt and different ways to hunt them. My favorite type of animal to hunt, is the white tail deer. While hunting the allusive deer I like to follow a code of ethics, which a lot of people don’t follow. Even though I would have liked to be given all my hunting needs, I’m proud of myself for going out and getting those needs by myself. Buying my bow and getting into bow hunting, caused me to take responsibility and taught me to stay committed to a true value in my life.

There are many similarities and differences between Inuit, Eastern Woodlands Hunters, and Eastern Woodlands Farmers. They are different because they had different regions, environment, and history. They are have similarities like where in the world they lived and came from.

Many people have misconceptions about hunting. One such misconception is that hunting is easy and any person can go sit in the woods and wait for an animal to cross the hunter’s path. However, people who believe this are sorely mistaken. Hunting is not just sitting in the woods with a rifle; there are many other aspects that must be considered. An individual must have all preparations complete, purchase or gather the equipment needed, and know what to listen for while in the woods.

Would you ever want to kill someone because they are valuable and famous? No right? Well that's what is happening to animals and some people are just having to pay $500, don’t you think there should be more? According to Star Tribune the only punishment for killing deer when it is not deer season is only $500. That's not enough for killing animals and making the become endangered. Therefore, there should be a bigger consequence for poaching for because it leads to endangerment of animals and animals should not be used to make things that we want.

Hunting has become a staple of American traditions since the beginning of the first hunter/gatherers, to the Native Americans who have lived in the U.S for millennia, even all the way until present day. Much of today’s society looks at hunting as a cruel activity when in reality it has more of a positive effect on the environment than it does harm. There are an abundance of benefits that come from hunting. Some of the benefits of hunting are: it is the biggest contribution to conserving wildlife, the meat is healthier than commercially produced meat, many jobs are being supported out of hunting, and every hunter wants “to bag” the trophy animal; however, there are a few cons to this, which include poaching and interference by the activist

At 17, a muzzelloader elk hunt in Navada was one of the best things to have ever happened to me in my life. A tag for the Jarbidge WIlderness Area is one of the best spots for it too. It all started out on the 500 mile drive out to destination, followed by 2 solid days of scouting the ranges for elk. Archery season was just ending when we were starting so the elk had some pressure but not as much as in rifle season. There were plenty of bulls that were well worth of shooting so we felt like we had a good chance of getting one. On opening day, a Thursday, we got on 3 nice 5x5 and 6x6 bulls with my dad and my uncle spotting from a ridge away but we either had no shot or we spooked cows before we could shoot. That day I put of about 15 miles and 2,000 feet of climbing. That night we re-fueled and slept had for the long

Caribou Ranch area was popular with hunters and trappers in the 1800’s. A hunter named Nathan W. Brown decided to make the area home and built a 2-story log home that became known as Brown’s Mountain House, which became a welcoming inn for hunters and prospector. One such prospector was Sam Conger who was also a good friend to Buffalo Bill. While on a hunting trip in 1869, Conger discovered silver ore and staked several claims naming them Caribou. News quickly spread about the find, and at its height, Caribou became home to 3,000 Prospectors.

When the white-tailed deer show up in my backyard, it's like witnessing a direct link to an age almost forgotten. I freeze in my tracks, and I can't help but think about their unbroken chain of ancestors going back into the ancient past. These animals were here long before any settlers arrived from Europe. They were the hunted long before rifles replaced bows and arrows. They knew these lands when the waters were still clean and the air was still fresh. They knew these lands when there were no cars and no railroads. They were here before horses were brought to this continent from Europe. In their majestic silence, the deer have witnessed footpaths become trails, trails become roads, and roads become interstates. Their resilience is remarkable.

With the hopes that it wouldn't snow, I traveled to Silverton Colorado with my dad in October. My dad and I had six elk tags for the very first rifle season. We pulled our camp trailer down to a nice wooded area about five miles before you get into town. The camp sight was about a quarter mile off of the highway. There were trees all around the camping spot; the only break in the trees was where the road came through.

Animals are so powerful to the Native American culture and are used in most of the ceremonies that they perform. One specific ceremony or gathering animals are really used is at pow wows. Pow wows are a gathering of some of North America's Native people. A pow wow is an event for Native American people, no specific tribe, to meet and dance, sing, socialize, and honor Native American culture. Pow wows are generally a dancing competition, often awarded with prize money. Pow wows vary in length from a one day event, to major pow wows called for a special occasion which can be up to one week long. Pow wows are very sacred to the people, they use a drum which is said to be mother earths heart to call and gather the dancers and spectators. It is said that the people belong to mother earth and since that it said the dancers use mother earth’s materials to create their regalia.

The first beginning we had hunter and gatherers, and that became something that everybody started doing. People would use resources around them, and they would not stay in permanent settlements. Than a new life began and it was called Emergence of Agriculture. People know started having permanent settlements, the population has became bigger, and their health might be becoming shaky. These changes might have been better or worse.

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

Juljaana was born to the alphas of a large pack consisting of her older brothers and sisters. While she was growing, her passion for hunting caught her when she hit 1 year of age, becoming rather obsessed with the catching and killing of prey which caused her mother to become rather unsettled, but she never thought too hard about Juljaana's love for hunting.

Bang! That was the sound of a gun. Getting closer and closer to a deer skeleton. Then after that I hear laughing and my dad and Uncle are laughing at the deer when it dropped right in its track. We went back to the house to grab the four wheeler. We hooked up the carrier to the back of the four wheeler. We lifted the deer. We took the deer and gutted it. We brought the meat to Gary’s. After the meat was done we took the deer to maple wood so they can cut the deer skeleton out. A couple months later I got It back. It looked awesome. I got home and put it on my shelf. Every time I look at it I remember my deer dropping when I shot it. This Deer Skeleton made my day.

It was about 13 degrees out and the sun had just started to peek over the mountains behind our house. It was a magnificent morning. It was one of those crisp, cold mornings with no wind and I could hear for miles and miles. I remember hearing my neighbor’s dog, Orvis, barking two miles away. I kept walking for about a quarter mile until I came upon a field that was always a hot spot for deer in the morning. It was an exciting feeling to be out in the woods with the deer, yet at the same time, a terrifying feeling. Was I going to fail yet another year of not bagging my buck? I was anxious as to what my family and friends would think of me. I needed to get a deer in the worst way.