Hunting Creative Writing

In the short essay “Why I Hunt” by Rick Bass, the writer gives the reader his personal perspective of what hunting is like for him. Rick Bass goes on to share the story of his family’s move from the hills of Fort Worth, Texas to the very remote Yaak Valley of Montana. The move to this area makes Bass want to hunt more since there is a better variety of prey, and due to everyone that has lived in what Bass calls “the Yaak”, has hunted their entire lives, he feels obligated to do it more than what he did when he lived in Texas (655). In “Why I Hunt, Bass argues that his love for hunting is an enjoyable hobby that develops his imagination and gets him in touch with nature, and that people should put down technology and try hunting. Bass uses imagery to show the beauty of hunting, and pathos to describe his emotions towards hunting.

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

Eli’s reflective narrative was breath-taking and adventurous. Eli sharing with us his emotions on how long it took to prepare for deer season was indeed interesting, and informative to me as a reader. It was informative for me bc I am a hunter as well, but I always love to learn new hunting tricks along the way, to better my hunting skills. Eli’s paper made me feel a sense of anxiousness, as well as peace.

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

“Okay Reed, time to go!” My dad shouts from the garage. We had everything prepared and packed to go except for the shotgun. My dad and I have been looking at an area of public hunting land that might be good for hunting all kinds of game. We came to that conclusion after seeing a big pond and deep forests on the map. Today was going to be a day full of short lived excitement and disappointment, and I had no clue.

On a beautiful evening, with a slight breeze, four friends named Jeff, Koby, Junior, and Lamar were walking by the creek. They saw fish jumping from the muggy water, frogs croaking, and birds chirping. Skipping rocks across the slow moving water, laughing all together, suddenly they heard a growling noise. They were all worried. Jeff grabbed his flashlight from his camouflage utility bag. While crouching Jeff and Lamar slowly went through the tall brush and into the woods. Koby and Junior quietly followed the two. All of them heard rustling through the ferns, tall grass, and the thorn bushes. Scratching against the enormous red wood, while the sun is starting to set in the west a very large figure that was brown and furry started to

According to Donald Trump Jr, “Hunting forces, a person to endure, to master themselves, even to truly get to know the wild environment. Actually, along the way, hunting and fishing makes you fall in love with the natural world. This is why hunters so often give back by contributing to conservation.”. One such writer, Rick Bass, describes a similar emotion in the essay “Why I hunt”. In the essay, he empathizes his deep love for hunting and claims that it is an enjoyable activity. He argues that the two reasons that has made him a hunter are the staggering surroundings and the alluring imagination the forest has offered him. Bass begins building his credibility with personal experience and claims from other locals in the area. He employs such details to his story describing his surrounding beautifully that, towards the end of the article, his attempts to appeal to reader’s imagination strengthen his credibility and ultimately, his argument.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

By nightfall they had finished all of the burials. It was depressing to see how many people were dead, even more so knowing that wasn’t the majority of them. Several times throughout the day new carcasses were dumped carelessly on the dwindling pile, just adding another hole to dig.

“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say about the way you treat me, now go home and look after your daughter, she needs you,” Silvia demanded, shrugging Walker’s arm off of her body.

Low under the busy city at night, on a deserted train was Valeria sitting alone in the silence. She looks out the window, in the dark distance and notices a man stealing a shiny diamond ring from an old woman’s pocket. Valeria looks up and watches the man hop on the train. The man looked shady, wearing dark clothes and had a tattoo sleeve but had the brightest blue eyes. Valeria watched him, sliding the ring on his right index finger. In the empty train the man walks over to the spare seat next to her “anyone sitting there?” with fear Valeria replies “No, there’s nobody sitting there”. The words ‘Benton’ flashing in red indicating that’s the next stop, Valeria immediately hops off the train. She turns her head looking back at him but he was

The drive up to the cabin was a long, twisty trail that went up a huge steep mountain and on top was a huge cabin that overlooked the mountains. The cabin had a huge set of elk antlers over the front door. I was in love with the cabin, but I couldn’t look around too long. The guide had told us that if we wanted to we could hunt that night. Jim and I didn’t think twice about it and started to get ready for the hunt.

As Burns stepped closer to the rotten door, his every step creaking on his way to the rotten door. The door crumbles in just a touch as Burns continues fearlessly walking forward, gun in hand. The room was so poorly lit it was impossible to see anything other than what you were focusing on. Burns was focusing frantically looking around the room, he needs answers now. His eyes are finally locked on one thing in the room. He found what he was looking for but it wasn’t what he wanted to see. What he found was the bloody body of his once alive friend. He looked on in horror as he moved closer to inspect the wounds. The once fearless sheriff was now shaking in his boots. Burns had just heard the gunshot, the killer has to be near! Burns broke into

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Kian stared at the closed doors for a moment longer. His mouth worked to unlock the irritation gripping his jawbone. He really wasn’t in the mood himself to play housemother to any of the brothers. If one falls, you all fall. The core of the Sons of Morning Light Creed hovered for a moment. They were warrior Angels, created as protection for the Great Gates to Heavens Oracles, The Archaeans. Not damn Bounty Hunters traipsing across galaxies and universes pursuing fools. Damned? In a manner of speaking, he supposed they were according to the Archaeans once they’d discovered an act of greed committed by one of the brothers.