Descriptive Essay About My First Buck

In Doe v. Chao, 540 U.S. 614 (2004), a supreme court case, “Buck Doe” sued for damages when his social security was displayed on many of his court documents when he sought damages in the Black Lung Benefits Act. The documents were in an online databases which was a privacy breach. He claimed having his information open for anyone to see caused him distress, and he sought damages under the Federal Privacy Act of 1974. He was awarded damages.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

There is one day that will always stick out in my mind. I was down at the Wabash River with my family and friends celebrating Labor Day. I was doing what any second grader would be doing, riding my bike, enjoying the outside. I had no care in the world while I was riding my bike. I only cared about two things, having fun and the wonderful weather.

The next Monday coach gave us practice off so I headed home again. That night I went over to my brother's house and borrowed his shotgun because it had a fully rifled barrel with a scope. This gun was much better than mine. While I was there we talked about where he had shot his deer and where he had saw other deer. I headed home that night with little hope that I would actually get a deer at all. It was really cold when I got up the next morning. I headed out to a spot near where my brother shot his deer. As I walked out the snow covered ground crunched under my feet. I got set up in my spot and settled down for the wait. I was sitting there for about forty five minutes when I heard a noise.

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

Trying to make as little noise as possible I walk to where I will sit. Along the way, I creep over a knoll and jump four deer browsing on small alders. Immediately upon seeing me, they streak through the trees; I stop and listen to their feet pounding into the earth, and realize there are many deer in the area and my chances of seeing a deer while sitting will be very good. After 15 minutes of sneaking through the oaks and maple trees I find the tree I will sit in. My father set the the stand in the tree a few weeks before my arrival. I crawl up and as I sit down it is just getting light in the east.

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

As I watched the does it looked like they were playing a game of tag. I slowly got out of the truck and leaned against the side of the truck. Looking through the scope I put my cross hairs on the doe. When the cross hairs were on the doe I shot. The doe ran out of my sight but I believed I had shot her. We waited for about ten minutes to make sure she was dead. Although my grandfather talked to me while we waited the time stood still. Finally my grandfather said, “It is time to head out and look for the doe.”

My friend and I were walking on the side of The Upper Iowa River by Lidtke Mill when we had heard a noise that had came from the trees. At first we did not know where it had came from. But soon after that we had seen someone or something come out from in the trees. They were carrying something. I had thought it was a body but my friend thought different. She had thought it was just some sticks or like leaves from a grass area. Of course now we were scared to go to the mill. Because we did not know who he was or what he had. But we were not very smart and we ended up going to the mill.

My first buck isn’t your typical hunting story. Usually first buck stories involve a huge buck marching right towards you or something of that nature. Mine isn’t even close to that.

One of the most memorable day was last Thanksgiving Day when I flew to New York to my aunt’s house. The first thing we did when got there was to walk around and go shopping for clothes and prizes for the Thanksgiving Day games we had planned to play. The prizes were for whoever won the game

Almost every hunter dreams of harvesting a trophy buck sometime in their lifetime, yet in reality many don’t ever get the chance. The term trophy buck has a different meaning to everyone, and varies from region to region. Really, it comes down to what you feel is a trophy, and usually involves a mature animal that is at least 3 years in age. Here are four tips that will improve your chances at a trophy buck this season.

My first buck was a 6 point ,small but still a 6 point and this is all about me killing it.I was 11 and I was so happy because my dad bought me a new gun.I woke up at 9:00 in the morning to get ready and go up north with my dad.When we were in the car we would look at the trees and animals we passed.We would see bucks sometimes and the biggest one I have seen was a 10 point but since i was little he looked big.we said when we got there we would go back and start hunting but when we got there it was dark so we just went to sleep.

Me and my dad are sitting in a treestand. We have seen a couple does. A couple small bucks but no shooters. It is still the morning so we still have time. It is about midday and we are getting out of our stand to go get lunch. So we got lunch and are headed back. We are back to the stand now. We have been sitting there for a couple of hours. It is about dark now and we hear something far away. So we look and it is a monster buck but it is way too far to shoot with my bow. So I try to grunt it in but it won't come. It is the next day now and we are in our blind today because it is a little windy. We are sitting there and I hear something. So I look over and it is a small buck. So we are watching it and we see something from far away. I get the binoculars and it is a monster. So I try to rattle this time but it still don’t come. So the last day we go back to the treestand. We have seen a lot of does. Then I hear something so I look around and I see a doe and it is just standing there. So I see movement behind it and it is the monster buck. So I get the grunt out and I grunt. Then, all the sudden he comes running. So I get

After that we sat in silence for about 20 minutes until the cold began to nip at my feet and the tips of my fingers which made me very restless but I tried to do my best so I would not scare away the deer. When we hit the 60 minute mark I was bored out of my mind, I thought I would go crazy, but suddenly my Father grabbed my coat and pointed out Words the west side of the field that we were watching. I