Descriptive Essay On Hunting

Hunting is very valuable to me, but the value is deeper than just hunting. There are so many aspects of hunting that I love. But I cherish my bow above all of them. Having my bow with me when I’m in the stand or when I’m at my neighbor’s house practicing, gives me a since of dominance. Also brings me pride knowing I’ve worked hard and stayed committed to something I truly love. There are all kinds of animals to hunt and different ways to hunt them. My favorite type of animal to hunt, is the white tail deer. While hunting the allusive deer I like to follow a code of ethics, which a lot of people don’t follow. Even though I would have liked to be given all my hunting needs, I’m proud of myself for going out and getting those needs by myself. Buying my bow and getting into bow hunting, caused me to take responsibility and taught me to stay committed to a true value in my life.

It was a chilly night before the last day of deer hunting season. At just the age of fifteen, I was in my house cleaning my cheap twenty gauge from Walmart. Using, a grubby white sock that had a long dark old shoelace tied around it, I inserted my shoelace through the top of the barrel.I then slowly pulled my sock through, till I saw it hanging a little into the ejection port to remove gunpowder from the gun.As I was cleaning, I kept thinking to myself how exciting this was going to be, because if I didn’t get a deer this year it was still fun going hunting. After I was done cleaning my gun, I slipped the gun into its soft dark green case.I then set out my bright blaze orange vest, and my old brown hand me down coveralls then crawled into

It can be difficult for bow hunters to find wounded big game after attempting to harvest them, due to lack of traceable resources.

Many people have misconceptions about hunting. One such misconception is that hunting is easy and any person can go sit in the woods and wait for an animal to cross the hunter’s path. However, people who believe this are sorely mistaken. Hunting is not just sitting in the woods with a rifle; there are many other aspects that must be considered. An individual must have all preparations complete, purchase or gather the equipment needed, and know what to listen for while in the woods.

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.

With the hopes that it wouldn't snow, I traveled to Silverton Colorado with my dad in October. My dad and I had six elk tags for the very first rifle season. We pulled our camp trailer down to a nice wooded area about five miles before you get into town. The camp sight was about a quarter mile off of the highway. There were trees all around the camping spot; the only break in the trees was where the road came through.

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The closer I got the more the forest seemed to swallow me though. There was no longer any sound of crickets that I could hear, or the hoots of owls, not even the unrelenting creaking of the forest’s swaying branches. All of it been snuffed out by my beating heart’s resonance echoing throughout my ear drums. I could feel something though. I could feel that the temperature was dropping yet again, which gave me a sense that I was getting

When a Minnesota dentist killed a prized African lion named "Cecil" he received an onslaught of criticism and reignited the debate concerning hunting. I hunt. I have hunted for years and I don't see anything wrong with it.  The reasons I hunt are for the meat, I think it tastes better than store-bought meat and it doesn't have any additives in it, and for the time I get to spend out in the mountains. However, there are some people who are against hunting.

When i was a boy my dab would tell all about hunting i was fasinadetd with it.

Soon after launching our boat we were already in the bay getting pounded by the waves. After telling myself over and over again that the extremely cold and wet ride was almost over we finally made it to our favorite duck hunting spot, allen's bite. We pulled up and set up all of our decoys and jumped in our duck blind. With it still being dark I asked my dad when shooting time was and he said 6:27, after checking my watch and seeing it was only 6:03 I started counting down in my head. That soon came to a stop when a group of mottled ducks landed in our spread then soon lost interest and left.

None supporters state that whichever form of hunting is immoral, unethical, and pointlessly cruel. They claim, that it does not help conservation and only contributes to the decline of species. In the old ways that have become anew, hunting today is different from hunting centuries ago. A threat to biodiversity, humans hunt with machine powered rifles and armored vehicles, they prey on defenseless animals for wealth, and trophies. Many organizations and laws have tried to stop big game hunting especially in Africa, and in certain states of America. Fishing is also becoming a case of worry as according to an article Biodiversity, “3/4 of the world's fish stocks are being harvested faster than they can reproduce. Eighty percent are already fully

It was a Sunday. We had been hunting since Friday after school. We saw plenty of doe, but the only buck we saw was the huge one that we kicked out of Dan Herding's land on Saturday afternoon. A nice big buck with huge horns came out of the cattails. I got two shots off and Dan got three off before it ran into the shelter belt and came out on the opposite side. Dan got at least another six shots off but missed all of them.

I had always wanted to go hunting, and today was my chance. After days of asking, my friend Ivan and I had found a farmer that had pests, in this case rabbits, on his property and was willing to let us shot there. Before we left I made sure I had my Gorka, a Russian army uniform that I loved to wear, and Ivan retrieved his rifle, in this case a Savage Mark II chambered in .22lr, after that we were ready to jump into Ivan’s 4wd and head off towards the property.

We begin our journey leaving our house later in the day because my dad always double checks the alarm is on and our house is secure, In times of stress I go to my mom who is always there to support me. We are driving and the closer we get, the more tired we become. We can see that the trees have been getting bigger and the smell smells more like a wet garden. When we reached the sign that said “Welcome to the Redwood National Forest,” the trees were massive! The trees were around 300 feet tall, for comparison the trees in front of the KAOL High School are about 15 feet tall. Once we entered the forest we felt like we were ants.