Fishing And Hunting-Personal Narrative

So here's how it all started I was on a boat going to go hunt for game. Until the captain pointed out ship trap island in the distance. I heard 3 gun shots and ran to the rail to see what happened I dropped my pipe and tried to catch it but instead i plunged into the water. I swam with all my might to get to shore because the the water was freezing cold so i swam towards the shots because it meant shelter in my head then i fell asleep.I woke up and went to find some food I saw the remains of a dead animal and a rifle cartridge and some foot prints.

I am a hunter and always have been, I’ve been hunting for as long as I can remember. From the time I was 5 or 6 I went hunting with my Pap, but never went by myself until I was probably 14. It was kind of a big deal for me because I was on my own. In this essay I’ll be telling you about my first morning ever hunting by myself. From getting up an hour before daylight, to sitting in my stand waiting for the deer. I’ll be telling you about taking care of the deer after you shoot it and, all the lessons you learn when you’re out on your own.

I slowly pulled back my bow,on the biggest buck i had ever saw in my life.I had a twent

As a St. James middle school boy, I was all about hunting, even though I hadn’t ever been. My dad, being the awesome guy that he is, said he’d take me if I genuinely wanted to go. Little did I know, my dad had been studying up for this on YouTube because he knew the worst part comes after you shoot a deer and have to clean it. He watched video after video learning how to properly clean a deer before you take it to a shop for it to be processed. The only thing that I knew I wanted to do was shoot a deer!

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.

My number one and dominate passion is deer hunting with a bow. If I could turn this into a business venture of mine, I would enjoy every single day at work and not take any days off. I think it would be an amazing idea because first off, I love to hunt. Therefore I would be doing something I love every day through hunting season and prepare throughout the spring and summer months to be ready when the first day of the season rolls around. Second, I would be traveling, learning new things and meeting new people along the way, as well as teaching others the tricks and the trades that I have used along the way. The steps I would take to start this business would be very tough but it would be accomplish able with dedication and hard work. The first

There I was sitting up the night before duck season, it was half an hour until midnight and I had to be out of bed at 3 o’clock. I couldn’t sleep or even close my eyes in anticipation of the morning. Everything was setup right for a good morning in the duck woods, the wind was blowing out of the North which meant for a good group of migrating ducks, the temperature was 34 degrees, just warm enough to keep the water from freezing. I had my boat full of gas and my boat hooked up to my truck. If there was ever a recipe for a perfect duck hunt this was it. Opening day of Duck Season in Rainey Brake Wildlife Management Area was fixing to be extraordinary.

Exposition: Bam! That's when the deer fell, well, a fake deer at the shooting range because I was just practicing. It was a cold fall afternoon and I made my dad drive me to the shooting range so I could learn how to shoot a bow and arrow.

The most exhilarating thing that I have ever experienced was last winter when I shot my first deer. To some, this may seem like a simple task. Deer hunting takes a lot of time and patience. Although, it can get boring and aggravating, it can be a great experience if one takes these three steps. The first thing I did to shoot my first deer was find a good location to hunt at. Luckily, my boyfriend has land in Cheraw, South Carolina that I had access to. One must prepare for a good spot to hunt during the preseason. A person can hunt all they want, but if they are not in a good hunting spot, they will never shoot a big buck. One thing to keep in mind is that not every spot will have deer in it every hunt. One must be consistent and wait for the

Dove season opened last Saturday, September 3rd. Opening day was amazing in my personal opinion. Several of my friends and I went to a field in Wren that one of their uncle6

Beep, Beep, I reached over and hit my alarm clock until it shut off. It was only 6 o’clock in the morning and I was already getting up. I was going fishing with my Dad, Pepe and one of his friends, Harold. We were going to Milford lake which is about 45 minutes away. My dad told me that they never have any luck at all when they go fishing, and something bad always happens, and we were wishing that nothing would happen this time either.

When the line hit the water, almost instantly my bobber had disappeared under the water. This was it, I lowered my pole as I reeled up the slack in my line. I kept thinking "Just catch this one and you'll feel better about all this." With a sudden jerk and some quick reels on the old rod the line went slack. I had missed the fish. What could of been the only bite of the day, I had messed up. Feeling quite ill after the miss, I reeled up my line and baited my hook and casted it back into the water.

Davie just retired from the military and is content with starting a new chapter of his life. He is a loyal man with nothing but good intentions. Davie grew up in Tampa Bay and knew MacDill Air Force Base was a fishing sanctuary. He and his childhood friends had plenty of memories of slaying the flats on base when they were kids. Davie had a friend named Derrick whose grandfather was in the Army. Derrick’s grandfather was able to get Derrick, Davie, and their good friend Martin on base because of his military ID. Davie made a promise to Derrick and Martin that once he retired from the military it would be just like it was when they were kids. Derrick and Martin held him to his word.

I dashed down the stairs ready to go, I have my rifle and pistol just in case I run into a bear or something, it’s a magnum revolver so i'm good if he tries to charge at me. All we’re trying to do is get a couple deer or moose. As I forced the door open and hopped in my truck, I slid down the window and gave my wife a nice kiss, to say goodbye. Not knowing what I have coming once I go hunting. Wearing my heavy boots and thick Camo clothes I jaunted up the steps to pick up Ryan, “you got everything?”, he replies with a simple head nod. We set off after passing by joe’s house. Joe has a girlfriend, well they just got engaged, so he kissed her goodbye. Ryan’s single, probably because he’s all work, or work out, he has no time for anything else.

One hot bright summer morning In the deep woods of Newhope, Ar down in swamps and rivers and the muggy bottoms. This was one time that I lied because I didn't want to get in trouble and my dad gets mad at me. I hate lying but it's not good to lie at all.