Creative Writing: Deer Hunting

On a crisp, February morning flooded with sunshine and bright, blue skies, Providence Hill Farm members were greeted with blazing fires, coffee and donuts beginning a day of camaraderie and companionship in the field. Just one of many events, held for members of Madison County’s most exceptional facility for the sporting lifestyle.

Jim here, Uncle Jim some call me. My story from several deer hunting years back goes like this: I have a saying about shooting at deer. You sight your gun in and make sure it hits where it should. So I am usually late gettin’ this done. I have a Thompson Center 54 cal. muzzleloader. Usually shoots right on so I was not to worried about it being right on. So the evening before deer season opened took my target to a safe shooting spot set up sandbag and thought I would shoot about 2 times to make sure it was still on. I had ten 54 cal. bullets. I have always said you better make your first shot count so if it takes nine in the target so be it. Well I shot 9 shots all over the target and could not get it sighted in. Gave up went to put my gun in the truck and the front fell off. Found the problem of not a good group of shots. Too late to get any more loads so I called a friend and said I should meet him on the hill where I am going to hunt and borrow a bullet from him. That problem solved, back to my front sight. Well I put my sight on my gun centered it on the barrel and scotch taped it.

It’s not just the games played in front of thousands of hostile fans, but the travel for a mid-major with long bus rides and airport layovers takes its toll too.

It was a beautiful October afternoon as I climbed to the top of my tree stand. The sun was shining, and a slight breeze was blowing from the northwest. I knew that the deer frequented the area around my stand since my step-dad had shot a nice doe two days earlier from the same stand, and signs of deer were everywhere in the area. I had been sitting for close to two hours when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs as well as smoke a cigarette.

Wes was exhausted. It was Monday morning, an no amount of coffee could help him at this point, he was a lost cause. He had gotten about half an hour of sleep the night before while doing more ghost research. He had only slept at all because he tripped over a few art supplies left over from when he was making his charts, and decided that the floor was somewhat comfortable and it was worth too much effort to get up. His father found him in the morning, choosing to ignore the creepy pictures of both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom tacked to the wall. Thankfully, all Walter said was to clean his room as soon as possible, because frankly, his room was a complete mess. Everything from sharpies and bottles of superglue to cassette tapes about ghosts

The first time I went to camp. My grandpap has a hunting camp in Clearfield and took my cousins and I up there for the weekend. It was the funniest weekend I’ve ever had, we went went turkey hunting one day, and fishing the next day. It was a good guys weekend. Every night we would have a fire and cook on it. We would cook wings, pizza, steak and fish. The fish was my favorite. The worst thing about camp is the beds are in the same room so when we go to bed I could hear my pap snoring so I didn’t get that much sleep. Every morning I would wake up too a very good smell of breakfast cooking and I would go out and eat and wait till everyone got up. Then when everyone was up we would go in the woods and squarl hunt until lunch time. When it was

A long long time ago Little red riding hood was told to walk to her grandmas house to give her some aspirin to make her foot ache go away. She has a day to get to grandma’s house and then a day to get back, so all in all she has two days to get there and back if she isn’t back in that time her mom will send out help to find her.

In the cool beautiful forest of Montana, I was a beautiful thirty foot maple tree with glistening green leaves. I couldn’t of asked for a better life than where I was at. One day that all changed, I heard the deafening sounds of chainsaws and bulldozers. A sharp pain hit me at my base and I screeched in pain but no one seemed to hear my cries. I was ready for my end and just hoped i’d be put to use, but when I was cut into four by fours, I was never used. I just sat there until I was thrown into a swamp to rot. After, a very long time of being there. A man came to me wearing a bright orange forestry vest. He loaded me into the back of his truck and took me to a mill.

The season is autumn, and the temperature is modest. I clean my 7mm rifle in a gentle and pre cautious way. I start at the stock of the gun, and work my way towards the barrel. The grain of the wooden butt comes from the finest trees. I run my fingers across the gun getting to know every detail there is, treating it like a newborn baby. As I pack my items away for my adventurous hunt, excitement overwhelms my mind like a vigorous hurricane striking the coast. I place items in my pack; such as, a knife, food, water, and a compass. In just a couple of hours I’ll have the opportunity of shooting a mule deer, which is one of nature’s greatest gifts. I store my rifle and other necessities for the hunt in my truck. By the time I hit the road and make my way towards the ranch the morning had almost reached an end. The fire from beyond makes its appearance when I arrive. The gracious first moments of the sunrise are breathtaking. I sat in awe taking in every moment I could of this astounding area that surrounded me.

was reminded week after week was to be patient and keep trying and the outcome is

The smell of the oil and gunpowder while his head was at the butt of the gun. The gray and brown fur in his sights and then he pulled the trigger and the firing pin hitting the bullet and he let the bullet fly. The deer dropped to its last breath while Jamie was still shaking the orchard went silent. As he approached the deer with caution red steaming blood was coming out of the exit hole on the back of the deer. Once he knelt down beside the down buck the he felt like he had made his family proud as he sat there thinking about how proud his grandpa would be and wondering about how many deer have been shot with that same he just shot his first deer with. Once he ran back to the house his heart almost falling out of his chest ‘’thump thump

As he thumbed off the safety, he allowed himself one last, stolen glance at the sculptured head, arching up to grasp an apple. Jamie swallowed and pulled the trigger with his twitching finger. The deer took a tremendous hop while Jaime's heart is pounding like a hammer hammering a nail. He stood there quietly with a stare looking back into the bush where the deer had ran. Jamie stood up shaking like it was 20 below out he bolted back to the house and told his mom and his dad the good news. After telling him Jaime and his dad headed for the woods. Jaime showed his dad where the deer had been when he shot it so it would be easy to find the blood trail. The woods was quit then Jamie's dad found the blood trail. Jaime and his dad followed the

"So what you are saying is that the old turkey needed to get laid?" Nia concluded, not understanding why people kept judging other people sexuality as if they had the right to. For her what people did in the bedroom was their own choice and if you need a donkey to get it on, it was between you, your partner and the donkey and as long as everyone was consenting then it was all good.

First off you have to shoot the deer, so you need to prepare for that. You will need your warmest clothes but not so much that you can't move. If you are sitting in a tree stand you will also need your best camouflage on. You will probably be sitting there for a few hours before you see anything, but you better be ready. When that big buck comes by your stand you better not be on your phone. You will then need to stay seated in your stand.

"Oh, now hold on there Wheeler. If this gon' be a long story, I'd like to sit her down 'fore you continuh," I reckoned, beckoning to the chair he was sitting in before. This time when he sat down in front of me, I was a bit more attentive to him, even though he was just as boring as before. Again, I just let him tell his story, not asking any questions. It went something like this: