It's Time To Bear-Personal Narrative

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

This can take hours or even several attempts to see a deer, but for some reason it was my lucky day. We didn’t even have to wait for 20 minutes before we saw two bucks and a doe. My adrenaline has never shot up so fast in my entire life; it was like electricity flowing through me enhancing all my senses. I don’t remember blinking once because my eyes were open so wide taking in all this new excitement. I raised my gun slowly resting it on a shooting board that was in front of me, and looked down the scope to see the bucks a little closer. There was one off to my left about 150 yards away that was only a three pointer. As for the other one, it was a monster buck. I remember counting over 10 points on its rack and it was about 125 yards directly in front of me. I was shaking more than I ever had and I knew it was buck fever. The monster buck was walking across the far tree line headed to my right. It had stolen the doe from the little buck and was taking it to the thick woods out of sight. I was following it with my crosshairs as it walked so gingerly not having a clue on how it was being watched from afar. I had just started putting pressure on the trigger getting ready to take the shot when my scope went black. I looked up and I had let the buck get beyond my vision from the tree that was rooted in front of me. That’s when I knew it was too late and I was disappointed but only for a moment because I knew the small buck was still grazing in the field off to my

On November 17, 2012 my grandfather and I made plans over the phone to go deer hunting together. My grandfather called and said, “Be sure to bring your gun, bullets, license and camo

The deer stand was nice and cozy because I had my Mr. Heater Hunting Buddy engulfing me in its warmth. I was chewing on Butterfingers, in between bites I glanced up and seen a 6 point buck walk out of the woods. The buck came into the hay field and started eating. As I took another bite of my Butterfinger, a coyote trotted out of the swamp. The coyote spotted the buck and began chasing it around. I had a decision to make. Do I shoot the deer or do I shoot the coyote?

Me and my dad are sitting in a treestand. We have seen a couple does. A couple small bucks but no shooters. It is still the morning so we still have time. It is about midday and we are getting out of our stand to go get lunch. So we got lunch and are headed back. We are back to the stand now. We have been sitting there for a couple of hours. It is about dark now and we hear something far away. So we look and it is a monster buck but it is way too far to shoot with my bow. So I try to grunt it in but it won't come. It is the next day now and we are in our blind today because it is a little windy. We are sitting there and I hear something. So I look over and it is a small buck. So we are watching it and we see something from far away. I get the binoculars and it is a monster. So I try to rattle this time but it still don’t come. So the last day we go back to the treestand. We have seen a lot of does. Then I hear something so I look around and I see a doe and it is just standing there. So I see movement behind it and it is the monster buck. So I get the grunt out and I grunt. Then, all the sudden he comes running. So I get

One glorious morning my grandpa and I got up bright and early. We got ready and headed into the woods to prepare for our deer hunt. We walked through the brush as quiet as possible so that we would not spook any animals in the area. On our way to the hunting spot, we stopped in a couple areas to take in how beautiful the view was. Once we took the view in we kept moving toward our hunting spot. Finally, we reach our hunting blind and we get all set up for the hunt. My grandpa and I sat in the blind and talked quietly about how we hoped a deer would come by soon so that we didn’t have to hunt all day. About twenty-five minutes into the hunt I hear a faint noise come from behind me. My eyes lit up with excitement hoping that when I turned around

This morning my dad and went to huddle house to get something to eat.When my dad and I left Huddle House we went to get the equipment for the deer. First we when to the campsite to set up for the deer. When we got to the campsite we got the equipment off the truck. After that we waited for the deer. 2 hours later the deer I saw was a 8 point big buck.Then I pulled the rifle and then was a bullet hole in its throat. When I shot the guns there was a big POW! So we loaded it in the truck . Then we went by to

November twentieth twenty fifteen I decided I was going to go hunting the following morning. I asked my grandpa for seventeen dollars to get a deer tag. He then told me, “No, girls don’t hunt. It’s a guy thing” ,which made me mad. I began to search the house for any money I could find. I couldn’t find anything so I gave up. I then asked my grandma to convince my grandpa to give me the money. Finally, after ten minutes he gave in and gave me the money. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to get up and kill my first deer in the morning. I layed in bed trying to get some sleep for the big day, but it looks like I was too excited to sleep.

First, my dad and I arrived at my grandma’s house at ten in the morning, before elk season started. We left the house and started to go to my grandma’s house. The two of us stopped for breakfast with a family friend. Then we left and got on the road again. It was about nine in the morning when we made it to Walmart to get our hunting licenses. We arrived at my grandma’s house right at

turned and ran half way up the side of the bowl before he stopped and turned to look back at me. My heart was pounding out of my chest with excitement. Wow, I couldn't believe I was that close to a wild bear, again.

I heard everything that you said last night, and I do apologise for making you feel limited to the amount of information that you could share with me. Per our previous conversation about love, I wasn’t trying to be right; however, you particularly would not allow me to get my point across so that you could completely understand where I was coming from. I am not attempting to argue a point now, I am just saying that you as well had a part to play. I know that I prefer to hold things in until it eats me alive, that’s just how I learned to survive, I learn that if I dealt with things later or never, I would be okay to get through the next task(s) at hand. I am aware that I am a control freak, I’ll admit that all of the time, but it’s naught my

It was a warm summer night about two years ago, the sun was just starting to set and the darkness, would soon consume any light that was left. I had just taken my drivers test to receive my permit the month before, and this was my first experience driving at night, and that’s when things started to take a turn for the worse.

The next day we got up at about 7:00 am, and we started getting our things ready and put them in the truck. My grandpa said that he was going to teach me with his 22 long rifle since it didn’t kick back very much. He put the gun in the truck and asked me if I was ready, and I replied with duhh. On the way there, we stopped at the truck stop which had really good breakfast and it was on the way to our cabin. I had delicious bacon, toast, hash browns, and hot chocolate. My grandpa went

It was a cold, gloomy, desolated December morning, when I woke up. I woke up in a shelter that was pre-built by my father and I a couple of days before. We would always hunt around this time of the year in this area for the past couple of years. I was already used the coldness and hunger but this year it was different, my dad decided that I should try hunting alone to see what I have learned. I was safe of course, I had a GPS tracker on me so if I got lost my father could find me. I looked at the time and it was 4 in the morning, I was hungry and knew I had was running low on food so I had to fine a buck in order to replenish my hunger. For the past couple of days I hadn’t be able to find anything, and I couldn’t go home unless I had bagged

You can only hunt for thirty minutes past sunset, so my time now is coming to a end. Then all of sudden there stands a monster buck in the distance. He’s amongst a few doe. My adrenaline is rushing and I can’t hardly contain myself! He’s still too far away to shoot though and time is running out. There’s now about 5 minutes left to pull the trigger and get this monster. He’s slowly working his way right in front of the blind. With 2 minutes to spare I have the gun all already, my eye to the scope but not on it, and my finger lightly on the trigger. It’s time to pull the trigger and get this “BBD” big buck down, when all of sudden something spooks him, he takes off running just as fast as a deer can run and I never got to pull that darn trigger. You can imagine how disappointing this was for me, until I awoke and realized it was just a dream. I was so relieved and happy this didn’t actually happen. It wasn’t but a couple days later it did happen but they never were close enough to pull the trigger. The buck I had seen was large, but he wasn’t a monster like in my