Descriptive Essay Hunting

We arrived at the field we were hunting at. It was still dark out, but the sun was starting to come up. My father and I stated walking back to our tree stands, and I look over in the corn field, and up on the hill I saw a deer, it was just a doe, but the site was beautiful,

Once we got to our land which was about 9 miles from where we were staying in Faulkton, SD. My dad dropped me off on the edge of a mile long tree grove. My dad said “if you see anything let me know, text me don't call.” I jumped out of the pickup and started my long walk through the trees. As I walked through the cold and snowy trees trying to kick up a deer I heard the snap of a twig about 25 yards to the left of me. When I looked I realized that it was an impressive 12 point buck that was rubbing his horns on a tree and breaking off some small twigs. I got down on my knees as slowly and Quietly as I could without spooking the massive deer away. The deer didn't even notice me as I sat

It was December first of this year. My father and I were going on the annual deer hunting trip that he has always gone on, and finally I was at the age when I could join him on this foray.

At age 17, a muzzle loader elk hunt in Nevada was one of the coolest things that could have ever happened to me. And a muzzleloader tag for the Jarbidge Wilderness Area 072 was one of the most awesome places for it to happen.

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.

I had really wanted to go hunting, as I had never been. My dad started practicing shooting with me, going over how the safety worked and how to hold the gun. I practiced with his .243, which had a little bigger kick than the .22 I was used to. Opening morning of deer season, we headed out of the house about 6:00. We were in a blind, up off the ground, looking over a big field with trees behind us. About 7:30, my dad elbowed me in the side, pointing ahead of us. I looked, and saw the buck. The body was a little small, but it had a decent rack, especially for my first time. I looked through the scope, and squeezed the trigger. The deer took off running, and then stopped about 20 yards later. Dad told me to shoot it again, in case I missed the first. I was shaking like a little kid hyped up on sugar, but I shot again. This time, the deer went down, spinning around in circles. My dad got out of the blind, taking the gun with him so he could put it out of its misery. He shot, and missed. By the time he got to the deer, it was dead. Dad went and got the truck, and we field dressed it. We took the deer to the processor, and saw where I had shot the deer. As it turned out, I didn’t need to shoot him the second time, the first would have killed him anyways. It was two inches to the left of the heart, and at 210 yards, I’m pretty proud of that. It was definitely something I won’t forget any time

My mother took my brothers and I over to one of my mom's coworkers (and good friend’s) house on the white river.whenever we went there we knew we were either fishing or kayaking,I have never done them both at the same time, but this day I guess I did both of them.

In 2009, I was asked if I was interested in joining my aunt, uncle and cousin on a trip to the deer lease. Considering I had never gone deer hunting before, it seemed as though it would be a fun experience. So, I agreed to go and the following weekend, we left to the lease.

Looking back on the experience, the deer I harvested was much smaller than my six year old mind had made it seem, only a four point! Nonetheless, I was ecstatic and consumed with a passion for hunting that even now I cannot describe. It was almost like an addiction, like I had to be in the woods or I would go through withdrawals. My dad was extremely proud along with Tom who was more like an uncle to me than anything. After the deer was dressed we decided to relax and enjoy each other’s company before we went back to the woods that

When I turned 5 my mom took me on a trip to someplace strange, I didn’t really know where I was going all I knew was I’d finally get to meet my dad. So after about a week long trip I arrived in Laredo Texas, where we stayed for a week or so before we were driven to Austin. My life completely

It was November 18, 2010, we were at Auntie Loyd and Uncle George’s house celebrating Thanksgiving. We came home around 11:00. I was really tired when we got home. The next day I came to the woods at the back of the neighborhood.

The first day of hunting season last year was around september 24 of 2015 .The day before my dad and me went to go put more corn out for deer after that we went target practicing.I was about 30 yards away from the fake deer target and i hit it right in the heart i was so excited.I happened to look over at the field that was next to us there was 3 doe’s and 1 buck i was like “Dangggg”..

It was early fall in 2011. I drove to my Ne-Ne and Papaws house. My Papaw and I had planned to spend the day out at Club Lake. We gathered our fishing poles and tackle boxes and put them in the boat. My Ne-Ne had made us some sandwiches to have for a snack. We put them in the ice chest as we got in the truck.

At my Step Dad's, Chad, we sometimes go deer spotting at night or day. It's really fun, but there was this one time that will I remember, and will never forget.

It all started on a hot summer sitting around the dinner table, seemed like just a normal dinner that my mom made which was delicious. My dad said “ do you guys want to go fishing?” we said yes and then one of the greatest things happened. My dad told me and my brothers that we were going on a fishing trip to the greatest place for fishing I have ever heard of, Canada.