Personal Narrative Essay: Into The Woods

“Doe season” is a short literary work featured in one of Kaplan's popular collections. “Doe Season” may be short in length relative to other types of literature, but exhibits a deep, underlying meaning that burrows deeper than the story itself. One of the key components to the creation of “Doe Season” is the symbolism it displays. The title itself is very symbolic, as well as the descriptive writing used in this short work. While “Doe Season” takes place in a common setting, traversing the woods while hunting, a few aspects of the story are unique in the sense that the story is told from a 9-year-old girl's perspective. While hunting has long been seen as a man's task or hobby, this story follows

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

The day-long hunt is described vividly by the author; the deer flee in fear, "dashing through the dale, dazed with dread." The hunters shoot their arrows that "tore the tawny hide with their tapered heads." Hunting horns "like the cracking of cliffs their cries resounded," the horns making a loud sharp noise that explode. The day goes well and ends with the setting of the sun. This ends this segment of the hunt.

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 names Linn and i’m 24 years old, this morning my husband gave me some horrible and good news. The bad news is that our family is going on the Oregon trail and that means we're leaving Illinois, where I grew up my whole life and our family dog, but the good news he said about going on the Oregon trail is that when we get to our destination we're gonna have a lot more farm land. Today we're gonna try and find a wagon. We went to our friends house to see if the have a wagon we can use and it happens that the do it's a Prairie Schooner and they gave it to us for a lower price than what they wanted it for. We hooked our horse up to the wagon and we were on our way back home. When we got home, we automatically started to pack. My husband James, who is 25 years old

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

He was walking onto the campus of his future college for the first time. “This is a place I can go. This is a place that I will enjoy.” He walked around with the name of the college echoing in his mind. “Case Western Reserve University. Case Western Reserve University.”

I sit and watch the morning pass by, an occasional raven flies by calling to its family, and all of a sudden something catches my eye. I look to the south and over the top of the hill comes a deer, my first deer of the season. I watch and realize it is a

Ever heard of the Appalachian trail, it’s 2,000 miles of wildness stretched of all you see.

The birds chirping as they wake. Trying to keep quiet so no wildlife sees him. All of a sudden he hears the leaves crumple, something is running in a full sprint towards him. He clutched his rifle ready to defend himself, all then a deer the size of two of him runs out into the field. He hasn't eaten meat in almost two months, He had to land a perfect shot. He makes a noise to stop the deer, then levels his rifle, takes a deep breath in squeezes the trigger and lets the bullet fly. He lands a perfect shot dropping the deer immediately. As he was raging the deer back to his cabin, he thought to himself “this can last me the whole year”. As he put a part of the meat on the fire he remembered he needs to get water from the pond. He picks up his bucket and starts to walk to the pond. As he gets there it is starting to turn dark and he realizes he needs to hurry. He puts the water in his bucket and makes his way back. As he is about halfway to his house He smells something. “ Is that smoke?.” he says questioning himself. He picks up the pace of his walk and turns it into a sprint when he arrives the cabin is in flames. He clutches the bucket and starts trying to put it out. After about two hours of running from pond to cabin he finally put it

The eight-year-old child was playing in the back yard when the bear mauled him to death. The neighborhood was shocked because of the insanity of this wild animal, so they decided to organize a hunt to search for the black bear. Each neighboring family got their sharpest tools and guns to seek revenge for this horrifying occurrence. My father seemed mortified yet intrigued because of the incident; I noticed he reacted as if the child

The elk was running, he ran away from the hunters as fast as he could. The elk did not notice that the hunters were watching him. He was just minding his business drinking water at the lake, then all of a sudden gunshots went off. The elk kept running, the gunshots did not stop. The elk was not paying attention to the tree that was in front of him. The elk ran into the tree and fell over. He quickly got up but as soon as he got up the hunters were in front of him. He got away quickly as possible. He finally got away from the hunters, but the elk noticed a sting. He was shot in the rib cage. The elk saw the hunters once again. The elk was shot again. He ran away as quickly as possible. It was getting dark and the elk was getting weak. The elk

I felt bad that this is how I got my first buck, but I also felt good about getting it off my chest. The worst part about it was I was so close to the deer, which isn’t how it was supposed to be and definitely not how I planned it. The best part is that I did get the deer and will have a hunting story I will remember forever, and will tell my grandkids how I shot my first buck.

I perched myself up in a tree stand overlooking a massive river valley. This is the place where deer come down and across in order to get to the fields for feeding. The towering tree stand soared over many small trees. I glanced over the railing, looking down at the snowy forest floor many feet below. It was a frightening height. “Pull your gun up. I’ll work my way back around to try and push some deer

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.