Descriptive Essay On 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.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the cedar brush. I thought it was be too good to be true, but I knew it was not a small rustling sound, like a squirrel or something—no, this was big. I looked back to say to my dad, “Did you hear that?”

It was the middle of October, and it was finally time for my long awaited moose hunt. I have waited ever since I was a little girl for this opportunity, and it was finally here. So, my father and I packed up our stuff and left the warmth of Phoenix. We were leaving the "Valley of the Sun" and headed for a place called Wyoming. After two days and fourteen long hours of driving, we made it to our hunting unit.

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.

First, At about eleven o'clock I was riding around on my deer lease just listening to music and looking for deer. Also I was checking my game cameras. Next, I checked my deer camera and I thought I would make a circle and see if I could see any deer. So we are about halfway through making a circle and we start seeing some deer. Also, we saw a really big ten point, but it's about eleven thirty now and it's getting frigid .

One day at our summer cabin in the woods me my mom,dad,brother, and sister were having a peaceful day except for that this time we were in danger having to live off the land. For we feared that some kind of creature had taken over our cabin. What was once a peaceful vacation spot was know a place of eeriness.

The sun was starting to dim, and the night was beginning to set in. We walked approximately seven miles in the woods, and then we saw a piece of the child’s clothing that the bear had left behind. The group decided to split up in hopes of finding the bear before dawn. My brother, my dad, and I took off on a path leading to a small spring. As we walked, we heard a noise nearby. We stayed quiet and I pointed my gun towards the noise that was approaching us. It was a pair of hikers who were running from a bear about half a mile from where we were standing. We quickly asked them to describe the exact location of the bear. “He seems angry,” said one of the hikers. We followed the hiker’s description to find the location of the

Jim here, Uncle Jim some call me. My story from several deer hunting years back goes like this: I have a saying about shooting at deer. You sight your gun in and make sure it hits where it should. So I am usually late gettin’ this done. I have a Thompson Center 54 cal. muzzleloader. Usually shoots right on so I was not to worried about it being right on. So the evening before deer season opened took my target to a safe shooting spot set up sandbag and thought I would shoot about 2 times to make sure it was still on. I had ten 54 cal. bullets. I have always said you better make your first shot count so if it takes nine in the target so be it. Well I shot 9 shots all over the target and could not get it sighted in. Gave up went to put my gun in the truck and the front fell off. Found the problem of not a good group of shots. Too late to get any more loads so I called a friend and said I should meet him on the hill where I am going to hunt and borrow a bullet from him. That problem solved, back to my front sight. Well I put my sight on my gun centered it on the barrel and scotch taped it.

I thought to myself, "Surely it won't rain today." Another hour went by and down came the rain. It didn't slack up for hours. Suddenly though, it seemed I had a slight change of luck. Staring into the pouring rain, I saw two eyes glaring at me from the far right bush. Could it be? I might actually kill my first deer! Slowly, he made his way to the middle of the field. He looked to be about a five-point buck. My dad placed his overly large gun up to my shoulder and told me to hold tight. I placed the target on the deer and pulled the trigger. After a big bang, off the deer ran as my shot missed its

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.

We woke up and i was so happy to get out there that i had 30min to spare so i sat there on the couch waiting for my family to get ready. After they got ready we all went to are blinds but i wasn't old enough to hunt

After school on this day, a friend and I decided to go hunting before our evening basketball practice. I really don't know why we called it hunting, because we didn't have an idea exactly what we were hunting for. We had forty acres of my backyard to do our merciless killing of defenseless animals. We were two ignorant kids with semi-automatic and lever-action .22 caliber rifles.

On that freezing winter morning of December there was a deafening boom. You could hear the flutter of bird’s wings escaping the sound. There was a final thud, after that, silence. As I sit in my tree stand I am shaking from the adrenalin and not the frost forming on my nose. I can see my first ever deer laying in the field one hundred yards away. I’ve always been interested in hunting but never could get into it because I never had anywhere to go. My family finally bought property for hunting and this would be my first year to really get out and go hunting. I was obviously extremely excited. I knew I needed to wait at least thirty minutes to make sure the deer was down. It wasn’t five minutes before I decided I just couldn’t

I wandered past the Foggy park, I could feel the coldness on my skin, I could hear my heart get faster as it tried to pump blood round my body to try and make me warmer, There was no-one else around, apart from some stray cats and foxes. Then suddenly from nowhere I heard a massive scream, it echoed around the park getting louder and louder, I was scared at this point trying not to slow down and look, I held my head up and started running home, knowing that I wasn’t that far, I could see a branch up ahead on the ground and told myself don’t trip over that, even though moments before I had thought about avoiding it, I kept running and for some reason my brain wouldn’t communicate with my leg and I just stumbled as I

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