My Hunting Experience

my first rifle hunting experience was on a cold november evening,my brother woke me up and said there was a deer. i bumped the wall when i

Many people think of the bahamas, or a five star hotel when a vacation is mentioned, however that is not true for all. For those who enjoy the outdoors and nature, a nice hunting trip speak more to them. Hunting has been seen in our culture for centuries as a way of reconnecting with nature, and in todays world with the lack of predators it is used to keep nature in balance, as well as keeping in touch with our ancestral traditions.

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.

My eyes gravitated toward sudden movement in the right side of the binoculars. I instantly caught a glance of a huge rack of antlers creeping out of the pine trees. Instinctively, I threw down the binoculars, grabbed my gun, found the buck in my cross-hairs, took the safety off, and fired. The deer immediately dropped.

Hunting has been around since before man was even thought of and has evolved ever since. Now only a sport, ounce was a skill used to survive. “Hunting is a natural, ethical, and healthy undertaking” (“History”, par1). Hunting is a way of life without hunting nothing would live that’s why we have a food chain. Herbivores eat plants, carnivores eat herbivores and bigger carnivores eat other carnivores.

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

Next thing I knew, it was February 12th, the night before my big hunt. I was so ecstatic that night, I could not sleep. I stayed up through the night cleaning my gun and making sure I packed everything. I ended up sleeping on the five hour drive to the hunting grounds. The next couple of hours we spent setting up the tents and gathering wood to make a fire. We got to sleep early that night so we could get up early and scout the area.

"Sport" hunting is a violent form of recreation that has left countless animals maimed, and orphaned animals vulnerable to starvation, exposure, and predation. This activity disrupts natural animal population dynamics and has contributed to the extinction of animal species all over the world, including the Tasmanian tiger and the great auk.(1,2)

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!

Everyone kills, and everyone eats. Not everyone eats what they kill, but these remain two of the most intimate forms of communing with our environment, whether we recognize them as such, or not. Almost 40 000 Americans are killed each year as the result of homicidal, accidental, and suicidal uses of guns; in all, Americans wielding guns intimidate, wound, and kill hundreds of thousands every year. These were the kinds of ideas impressed upon me as I grew up in my urban home: Guns were beasts, as were knives, arrows, spears, indeed anything could become a weapon if held in a particular way. We sprayed each other with the hose instead of water guns, and spent many long hours as a family "communing with nature" through long walks on the

I had really wanted to go hunting, as I had never been. My dad started practicing shooting with me, going over how the safety worked and how to hold the gun. I practiced with his .243, which had a little bigger kick than the .22 I was used to. Opening morning of deer season, we headed out of the house about 6:00. We were in a blind, up off the ground, looking over a big field with trees behind us. About 7:30, my dad elbowed me in the side, pointing ahead of us. I looked, and saw the buck. The body was a little small, but it had a decent rack, especially for my first time. I looked through the scope, and squeezed the trigger. The deer took off running, and then stopped about 20 yards later. Dad told me to shoot it again, in case I missed the first. I was shaking like a little kid hyped up on sugar, but I shot again. This time, the deer went down, spinning around in circles. My dad got out of the blind, taking the gun with him so he could put it out of its misery. He shot, and missed. By the time he got to the deer, it was dead. Dad went and got the truck, and we field dressed it. We took the deer to the processor, and saw where I had shot the deer. As it turned out, I didn’t need to shoot him the second time, the first would have killed him anyways. It was two inches to the left of the heart, and at 210 yards, I’m pretty proud of that. It was definitely something I won’t forget any time

The next morning we went out anyways, even though my dad didn't want to go. and it had just turned light and there was a doe 75 yards away from the stand so I asked my dad if he would let me shoot it and he said yeah, and I embedded the crosshairs on the deer's shoulder and pulled the trigger of the big,bulky gun. I heard a “boom” and then all of the sudden the deer jumped straight up in the air and collapsed. 30 minutes later we went down and got her and she was a heavy doe and we dragged her back to the truck and got her processed.Climbing,sitting,swinging, and sweating are all parts of hunting. You swing in the treestand, you sit as still as you can, you climb up the tree to your stand and all the hills around it, and you sweat getting to the stand sometimes. Some people in today's world think that hunting has ceased to be what it was years ago because now it's too easy.Another story I remember is this one the year I was old enough to sit alone in the stand and my dad told me don't shoot anything unless it's a buck and I said ok and he walked off into the darkness. The first day we had off to hunt I couldn't hunt. I really wanted to go

When a Minnesota dentist killed a prized African lion named "Cecil" he received an onslaught of criticism and reignited the debate concerning hunting. I hunt. I have hunted for years and I don't see anything wrong with it.  The reasons I hunt are for the meat, I think it tastes better than store-bought meat and it doesn't have any additives in it, and for the time I get to spend out in the mountains. However, there are some people who are against hunting.

INTRO: I never thought I would feel so awful after pulling that trigger and watching that innocent animal give it’s life to me. I was only ten years old and my life was certainly impacted forever. Nowadays, many people think that pulling the trigger of a gun is not hard at all. In reality, it might be pretty easy. It is the aftermath on the other hand that will leave an internal scar, changing a person forever. On my first deer hunt, a young buck stepped out of the dense willow clusters with it’s head down, giving me a shot. Soon I would be faced with the tough decision of taking the life of an innocent animal. Meanwhile, on my first turkey hunt, there too I would soon be changed forever.

For my birthday in September my parents gave me an ultimatum, I had to choose between 50 dollars, or I could go on a two week hunting trip. At that time I was a hunting fanatic and chose the hunting trip without a second thought. So a month after my birthday we flew out to Wisconsin and got ready to hunt at my Dad’s parents farm. We got there at about 4:30 p.m. and were debating on going hunting, But I was so gung-ho on hunting that I convinced my dad to take me just for a little while. I was so anxious and excited to be hunting that my hands were shaking.