Descriptive Essay About Hunting

Things were just going great! I thought for sure that they were going to shoot my Moose. But my dad wasn't going to let that happen. We ran right by the truck and set-up in the nearest spot we could see the Moose. It was a pretty bad position and I was basically laying backward in the middle of a bush trying to get steady. The other hunters were kneeling down and looking through their scopes. My dad could not believe his eyes and all he said was "shoot, and make sure you get

The third Saturday of November was one filled with conflicting emotions: excitement, fear, optimism, and nervousness. The screeching sound of the alarm at 4:00 a.m. initiated a sense of panic and thrill throughout me; it was the opening day of the gun deer hunting season. Within minutes, I was dressed from head to toe in bright, blaze orange that could be recognized from miles away. I reluctantly, yet willingly, climbed into the truck to head to the hunting land in Adams County, Wisconsin. My stomach felt like it was tied into knots. My mind was again flooded with conflicting emotions. I began to wonder: will I get a deer? Will I not get a deer? Will I get a buck?

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

"Sport" hunting is a violent form of recreation that has left countless animals maimed, and orphaned animals vulnerable to starvation, exposure, and predation. This activity disrupts natural animal population dynamics and has contributed to the extinction of animal species all over the world, including the Tasmanian tiger and the great auk.(1,2)

We finally arrived at might great uncle Scott's house, it was a decent sized cozy little home. We pulled into the carport beside the RV, we got out and stretch our legs for the first time and what felt like forever. We walked in and greeted a familiar face, and after hugs and sat down and caught up. On that night we decided to go to the Alamo, so I laced up my shoes and hop back into the car. After we arrive and finally found a parking spot, we began our trek

It all started on a cool autumn day. My friend, his dad, and I got to the hunting blind and we climbed up the steep steps and got in. Once we were in the blind my friend’s dad loaded the crossbow and put it in the corner. Now all that was left to do was to wait. While we were waiting there was a gobble off in the distance. About two seconds later we saw a turkey came right into the opening. Then it

At the end of the week, it was time to say goodbye once again. I walked down the stairs of our beach carrying my suitcase to load in our car. As I headed back for the stairs, I could see my grandfather sitting in a chair next to his fishing rods. Tears were streaming down his face. My mom explained to me later, he

One early morning at six o'clock in the morning I was riding to my deer stand to go hunt and it was dark when I was on my way to my deer stand. Well I got to where I park to go to my deer stand. So I'm walking up to my deer stand and I get in it and sit and wait on a deer. Well it's about eight o'clock and I have only saw one deer and it was to far to shoot so it was about ten thirty now and I saw this enormous buck walk out. So about ten minutes later that buck ambled out in the lane and my dad has already told me not to shoot this buck because it was little.

By this time it was about 4:30 PM and the sun began to set my dad told me in a whisper “the deer are about to be moving so stay alert.” Suddenly there it was the crackling of the leaves I thought for sure that it was deer, it was getting closer. I slowly turned my head only to realize the noises I heard were the sounds of a squirrel

I remember one day in late July my dad had taken my to a dog race that we had went to every year since before I could walk. The race used to be held in Kenton Ohio at an old campground, one of our dogs had came up to the tree lagging a little behind the rest of the pack with his legs tore up, and looking a bit confused. When I met my dad back at the camper all we could do was clean up the open lacerations on his legs and give him a small painkiller. The next weekend we went to Indiana in the country to have some practice field trials at one of my dads friends houses. I laid the scent of a raccoon on a quarter mile track through the woods and in the first heat that we raced our dog in he was way ahead of the entire pack. When suddenly while

We stopped at a fisherman's shanty on the river and bought a pail of minnows. With these, our fishing tackle and lunch, we started up the river to an old ship yard. The docks and ships were falling apart. The fish like to stay around the old piling and sunken ships. We fished for a while but caught nothing. Then I wandered around into different spots. Finally I dropped my line right into a school of perch. I called my father and he came running. Between us we caught over thirty perch in less than a half hour. Of course my father caught the most. In the excitement the lunch blew into the river, as we had just

The wood’s amazing fragrance lingers behind me. No matter the multitude of times I have experienced this, never will the scent go away. I always love the time spent on my deer hunting grounds. Meandering roads leading to anywhere imaginable, deer stands designating a perfect view for a hunt, antlers jettisoned onto the trails and questioning whether this will be an exceptional year. Markings carved on trees to show direction, old ragged signs saying “NO TRESPASSING”, the name and phone number of the person who owns the property, and knowingly passing to venture further. Diverging through the trail to be back to camp around 8 and starting an annual fire to share what happened during the day. Except, our chat never seems to be about what actually happens during

It felt like hours before I finally got home. I was so happy just to see the big white house. I walked up the steps ,opened the door ,and turned on the lights when my whole family yelled, “Surprise!” It was a surprise party! I was so happy to see my parents and my little brother. I even said, “This is the happiest I have felt all day!” After I had some time to settle in my dad lit the candles

The boys and i sat there and discussed the game and practice this week, while we looked up at the sky and realized it was such a beautiful night. Everyone sat around the campfire and did their own thing. There was a few of us, around five or six. We were talking about food and how to start the fire and what we were gonna do this week and weekend. Then I just became really happy.

The adrenaline pulsed through my body, the numbness left my body. I raised my gun as the doe and two bucks came over the hill. I’m on the edge of my lawn chair. I see my breath slowly rise, and my heart was racing as I might actually shoot my first deer.