My Winter Day

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

On a cold Thursday morning, school was in session but I was starting on my way to Lake Winnibigoshish. I was going up there with my five foot nine, one hundred forty pound dad and my five foot nine, two hundred thirty pound neighbor. We stopped in at the Senior Center for some donuts, and went to Holiday Gas Station for some coffee and a cold drink.

It was about a 500-mile trek across the northern part of the state of Nevada from my house to where we were going to set up camp for the hunt. We had planned for two solid days of scouting the vast Jarbidge wilderness for elk. We had no guide so between me, my dad, and my uncle, lots of work was about to be done in the weekend.

I had to empty the grass bags from the back of the mower in the ditch in the back yard. I pulled the lawn mower into the shed and turned it off. I went inside and my mom instantly handed me 10 dollars. She said she was very happy to have someone do that for her. I then took a really cold shower and went into my cold basement and fell asleep for the

One dark, howling night in October, I was camping at Lake Greeson all alone. It was freezing. I felt as if I opened the tent there would be ten feet of snow. The campfire needed to be put out before I went to bed.

I was about six years old, in Cancun, Mexico for Spring Break in the Month of March. My family and I were staying at a huge resort filled with many fun things to do.We had been waiting for this family trip for months; I was excited to get out of the cold Minnesota weather and into tropical heat. We were in our hotel room getting ready for dinner with my two sisters, my mom and dad. I felt the heat all over my body, like I had been standing directly in front of the sun, So I went to open the hotel window to feel the cool breeze and to see the ocean view. As I walked to open the window my mom said “Morgan be careful, the wind is so strong if you open the hotel door, close the window because the door will slam shut; but I only thought about myself and I responded with a sassy comment, “Okay Mom.”

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

I'd forgotten to unlock the door. I ended up locking myself out of the house. My keys were inside, and my cell phone was sitting on my desk. I wasn't exactly dressed for the winter evening. The temperatures had dropped to nine degrees and I was wearing a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of flip flops, not exactly cold weather appropriate attire. At least it wasn't snowing, but there was some light

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

One good snowing after school day, the bell just rang my dad was in line and forgot that me and my brother Ethan were going to my friends house Austin mack house we were going to spend the night with him.

Sunday is starting to get going and I’m more anxious than ever to finally get my deer I have been searching for since 2011. This morning is more relaxed with a “cabin breakfast” of squirrel, dove, potatoes, eggs, and whatever else is available to eat. 9 am is sneaking up very quickly and our woodland church service is starting with 20 hunters in attendance. This tradition has been going on for over 20 years. Sitting and driving over 800 acres of forest and field land, on the prowl for that prize. Morning started out cold as every November day would, the deer were lying low in their beds and not moving much. The Chicago drive is always what we push in the morning, because it always produces some fresh meat.

My friends and I were riding bikes in the road. The road was scorching, it hurt to step foot on it without shoes. Knowing me as a child, I was the one without shoes. I was too scared I was going to burn my feet, so I would have get off my bike in the grass. The sky was partially cloudy at noon that day. The clouds were more gray than white that day.

After we stopped and shut the truck off, we ever so slowly and quietly exited the truck, went around to the tailgate, grabbed the guns, the little camo backpack of gear, sprayed down, and we were on our way. Even walking out, I was filled with emotions and my mind raced. Excited, nervous, alert, noticing and picking out every little thing that moved or made a noise. The frost crunching under my boots, watching my breath crystalize right before my eyes, the tops of trees swaying back and forth in the gentle wind, as if waving to us. We get to the stand, an old, wooden box on stilts, and climb up. When we get situated, I pulled out my phone to check the time. Six forty-five. I mentally took note of this and knowing legal shooting hours started at seven twenty, I calculated how long before this day could become an amazing one. Thirty-five minutes. I sit there anxiously counting down the time. After a while, Dad taps the side of my leg three times, and instantly I know what he means before he points out in the darkness. I can hardly make out the outline of a deer slowly walking broadside from left to right at about eighty yards in an open area straight in front of us. This is the kind of darkness where you can see the outline of your hand in front of your face, but not the rest of it. I could see the deer out there only because of its relatively large size. I reached down and turned on my phone that sits on the ground next to my

Even though it was summer it was still a comfortable morning where it was hot but with a perfect cool breeze.It was a time before my mom and dad had divorced.I ran outside and played barfoot in the grass while my mom and dad fixed up and old garden we had in the corner of our yard.We lived in a small but perfectly cozy house with a basement and my best friend Sasha,Sasha was a beautiful young dog at the time.

As the morning wore on I began to get anxious and fidgety feeling that no deer were going to come. As I was contemplating whether to leave my stand in the field, I recognized two deer grazing peacefully in the middle of the field. I quickly pulled up and looked through my scope and saw nothing but green fuzz. I was so nervous that I had forgotten to readjust the focus on my scope. As I did, the deer saw me move and began to trot away from me and into the protection of the forest. I managed to get my scope in focus in time to see that there was a buck and a doe. My chance had finally come. I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I immediately stood up from my stand and jogged over to where they had entered the woods. Once in the woods, I evaluated the surroundings and had a good