My Favorite Season Essay

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 was five in the morning, I was still groggy and tired but I knew if I wanted to get a big deer I would have to wake up this early. I put on all of my warm cloths, grabbed my gun and me, my dad and all of my brothers climbed into the pickup to get to our hunting area. On our way out of town we filled the truck up with diesel and grabbed a quick snack to eat on our way out to the field.

Duck hunting is an absolute passion for me and nothing could possibly interrupt this annual event. For me, sitting out in a duck blind at 5:30 in the morning with the brisk cold air biting at my skin is something I look forward to each and every year. Even having to break through a layer of thin ice to make it out to my blind never gets old. The frigid cold on my hands can get unbearable at times, but the possibility of frostbite is never at the forefront of my thoughts. After all, when the ducks start to fly, nothing can force me off the lake.

At first I had forgotten what I had planned for today, but I quickly remembered after a groggy sigh. I was meeting with my uncle to go hunting! The thought of getting to watch the sun come up while waiting patiently in the refreshing outside air was enough to get me out of bed. I fixed myself a small breakfast of apple juice and a couple pieces of toast. I went back into my room and changed into my long johns, put my regular clothes over top on that, threw on a jacket and finally slipped into my camouflage. I proceeded to load up my rifle and secure it in its case. A few minutes later, I received a phone call from my uncle asking if our plans were still set. "Morning, nephew! Are you still coming over in about 30 minutes?" he said. I replied, "Yes sir! I'll be there no later than the time we've discussed." He acknowledged and hung up the phone. I took one last look around to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything. I was burning up at this point because of all the layers of clothes I had put on. I got in my car, turned on some good music, blasted the a/c and off I

In the fall of 2012, I had just completed a six hour hunters education course and my father finally deemed me ready to hunt. Hunting is a tradition that has been in my family for generations. My grandpa taught my father how to hunt, and finally it was time for my father to teach me. “Once a Gerace gets his first kill, he earns the responsibilities of being a man,” That is what my Grandfather told my father many years ago, and now my father told me. Later that week, we found out that we were drawn for javelina hunting, although the hunt was not until February. For the next four months I spent every weekend at the shooting range, the determination I had for getting my first javelina was unmatched. I never wanted anything more in my life.

I like spring and fall about the same since that’s when people have bonfires like summer. I used to like fall more since the leaves turn color and it’s pretty but my grandma told my mom once that fall is cold and wet

It was a beautiful October afternoon as I climbed to the top of my tree stand. The sun was shining, and a slight breeze was blowing from the northwest. I knew that the deer frequented the area around my stand since my step-dad had shot a nice doe two days earlier from the same stand, and signs of deer were everywhere in the area. I had been sitting for close to two hours when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs as well as smoke a cigarette.

The season is autumn, and the temperature is modest. I clean my 7mm rifle in a gentle and pre cautious way. I start at the stock of the gun, and work my way towards the barrel. The grain of the wooden butt comes from the finest trees. I run my fingers across the gun getting to know every detail there is, treating it like a newborn baby. As I pack my items away for my adventurous hunt, excitement overwhelms my mind like a vigorous hurricane striking the coast. I place items in my pack; such as, a knife, food, water, and a compass. In just a couple of hours I’ll have the opportunity of shooting a mule deer, which is one of nature’s greatest gifts. I store my rifle and other necessities for the hunt in my truck. By the time I hit the road and make my way towards the ranch the morning had almost reached an end. The fire from beyond makes its appearance when I arrive. The gracious first moments of the sunrise are breathtaking. I sat in awe taking in every moment I could of this astounding area that surrounded me.

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 white grubby sock that had a long dark old shoe lace tied around it. I would insert my shoelace through the top of the barrel and slowly pull my sock through, till I saw it hanging a little into the ejection port to remove gun powder within the gun.As I was cleaning I kept thinking to myself how exciting this was going 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

The four seasons of the year! Love every season. Each season has its own unique feel to the year. For winter there is cold weather, which means bringing and starting the New Year. Summer, who doesn’t love them hot summer days, eating anything that is cold. Spring, for them raining days, where the smell of fresh flowers begin to blossom, and grow. Lastly, fall. Fall is when it’s time for the kids to head back to school, or those Saturday night college football games to come on. Every season is meaningful in some way throughout the year and some can’t wait for their favorite season to approach. I know fall is mines, and I know I can’t wait either.

When I was younger we used to have a party with my dad’s side of the family every year on Christmas. It was always my favorite holiday because of the family time that came along with it. That was until christmas came when I was eleven years old. There had been some family issues but everyone thought it would get pushed aside for the sake of the party. That wasn’t the case and what went from being my favorite holiday is now something that brings anxiety and stress for my whole family because now every get together is awkward and full of tension.

My favorite season of the year is summer because of the warm weather, the school vacation, and the endless fun. I really enjoy the warm weather because it’s the perfect atmosphere to do outdoor activities. My favorite part about summer has to be the fact that school is closed for two months. During summer, you’re free to do whatever you want, not worrying about curfew or waking up early for school. Summer time is a great time to relax with friends and family by soaking up the sun at a beach or simply having dinner together.

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

We have four seasons in a year: summer, winter, spring, and fall, but countless activities to choose from throughout each of them. Many people will say that they like summer because it is hot, or fall because of the leaves. I do not have any particular season of weather that I like the most. My favorite season is soccer season because of the different stages throughout it; the first couple of weeks are always the hardest, next comes the stress of the first few games, and then we go out with a bang.

It was about 13 degrees out and the sun had just started to peek over the mountains behind our house. It was a magnificent morning. It was one of those crisp, cold mornings with no wind and I could hear for miles and miles. I remember hearing my neighbor’s dog, Orvis, barking two miles away. I kept walking for about a quarter mile until I came upon a field that was always a hot spot for deer in the morning. It was an exciting feeling to be out in the woods with the deer, yet at the same time, a terrifying feeling. Was I going to fail yet another year of not bagging my buck? I was anxious as to what my family and friends would think of me. I needed to get a deer in the worst way.