Descriptive Essay On Hunting

The bow and arrow plays a large role in a hunter’s society. Over the years, the advancement of the compound bow has changed the way people hunt. Many people don’t realize that we have our bowhunting pioneers to thank. If it wasn’t for them, Archery wouldn’t exist and we wouldn’t have the opportunity to make advancements to the sport! Traditional bowhunting consisted of using a stick bow, set of arrows, quiver, finger tab, and arm protector. Fred Bear was a bowhunting pioneer and is known as “The Father of Bowhunting” by many. He is the inventor of Bear Archery and one of the reasons bowhunting exists today! Many people in our modern world take things for granted. It is for this reason we should consider

“Doe season” is a short literary work featured in one of Kaplan's popular collections. “Doe Season” may be short in length relative to other types of literature, but exhibits a deep, underlying meaning that burrows deeper than the story itself. One of the key components to the creation of “Doe Season” is the symbolism it displays. The title itself is very symbolic, as well as the descriptive writing used in this short work. While “Doe Season” takes place in a common setting, traversing the woods while hunting, a few aspects of the story are unique in the sense that the story is told from a 9-year-old girl's perspective. While hunting has long been seen as a man's task or hobby, this story follows

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

Everyone has heard a bow hunter complain about not being able to find the animal that they shot. Either from a poor shot or lack of blood, tracking an animal can be very difficult. Our group has agreed that this is a serious problem and a solution could be made to satisfy our potential customers by offering a marketable solution. Over 11.9 million people bow hunted in 2014. Our group plans on creating a product that will help find a wounded big game animal in a shorter amount of time and to reduce the percentage of wounded big game animals that are not found.

The day-long hunt is described vividly by the author; the deer flee in fear, "dashing through the dale, dazed with dread." The hunters shoot their arrows that "tore the tawny hide with their tapered heads." Hunting horns "like the cracking of cliffs their cries resounded," the horns making a loud sharp noise that explode. The day goes well and ends with the setting of the sun. This ends this segment of the hunt.

Archery season was just ending, so the elk had experienced some pressure. The bulls were in full rut and their bugles could be heard for miles. On the 2 days we spent scouting, we had spotted a few bulls from far away that were well worth shooting, so we felt like our chances of getting one on this hunt was good. It was unlike anything else to experience going from hearing nothing but a gentle breeze flowing through the trees on the ridges broken by the deep tone of an elk bugle from a mile away.

My eyes gravitated toward sudden movement in the right side of the binoculars. I instantly caught a glance of a huge rack of antlers creeping out of the pine trees. Instinctively, I threw down the binoculars, grabbed my gun, found the buck in my cross-hairs, took the safety off, and fired. The deer immediately dropped.

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.

In the fall of 2012, I had just completed a six hour hunters education course and my father finally deemed me ready to hunt. Hunting is a tradition that has been in my family for generations. My grandpa taught my father how to hunt, and finally it was time for my father to teach me. “Once a Gerace gets his first kill, he earns the responsibilities of being a man,” That is what my Grandfather told my father many years ago, and now my father told me. Later that week, we found out that we were drawn for javelina hunting, although the hunt was not until February. For the next four months I spent every weekend at the shooting range, the determination I had for getting my first javelina was unmatched. I never wanted anything more in my life.

Muzzleloaders are the weapons that Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone carried afield with them during their bear hunts, Indian fights, and battles. Today there are two basic types of muzzleloaders used for hunting—primitive and in-line. Both are based upon the premise that the shooter pours powder down the end of the gun barrel, and then rams a slug or ball down on top of it to load the gun.

Every year our family gets together and spends the whole week of deer hunting in the woods together. We set up a big army tent and most of us guys stay in there. What really makes this such a good experience is not just when one of us shoots a deer, but everything that comes with it. The stories of missing a big buck, or the practical jokes we pull on each other, or finding your friend sitting down leaning on a tree asleep. There’s nothing like it, and these are just some of the aspects that make it so

   I wake up before sunrise to the smell of sausage, biscuits, and coffee gives the day an ideal start. After breakfast we head to the hunting field with all of the necessary hunting equipment. The early morning air outside feels fresh and crisp. It feels as if fall is coming soon. The wait for the birds to fly into the field begins as the sun is rising.

I perched myself up in a tree stand overlooking a massive river valley. This is the place where deer come down and across in order to get to the fields for feeding. The towering tree stand soared over many small trees. I glanced over the railing, looking down at the snowy forest floor many feet below. It was a frightening height. “Pull your gun up. I’ll work my way back around to try and push some deer

The crunching of the leaves under my feet was a sure sign that, winter was coming. We were walking through the woods not knowing what today’s field group would bring. As we were making our way through the woods, we were all thinking of what we might do today. Every one of our guesses were not even close. We were going salamander hunting.

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.