Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of Deer Hunting

My story was told to me by my Grandfather when I was young as a way not to go into the woods alone it's a smart way to scare a young child into doing what you want. The story was about my Grandfather's last hunting trip in the woods. The year

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

Hunting allows a person to reconnect with nature. For many, hunting isn’t just about the chase and the thrill of catching their game. For many, hunting

If there is a best part there must be a worse, and there was. First let me start with bear bags, in the wilderness there is a threat of bears so to avoid being mauled we would have to throw all of our smellable objects (basically everything) up onto a line strung high between 2 trees, the process was about 20 minutes long and a total drag. Next terrible thing was dishes, and that took forever. After all said and done it was time to cram into my tiny 2 man tent shared with andrew caplinger and pass out. The days went on with pretty much the same routine, walk, snack, outpost, walk some more, camp duties, sleep. It was around the 4th day that I really started to get sick of it all, our guide had left us so we were on our own which made everything a little harder. It was very rough on the body going to bed at 10-11 and waking up at the crack of dawn to go walk all day with a 60 pound pack on my back, but mama didn't raise no bitch so trudged on. Things got better when we made it to a camp where we would stay for 2 nights and only have to cook for 1, but the best thing about that camp was we saw the first girl we had seen in

Things were just going great! I thought for sure that they were going to shoot my Moose. But my dad wasn't going to let that happen. We ran right by the truck and set-up in the nearest spot we could see the Moose. It was a pretty bad position and I was basically laying backward in the middle of a bush trying to get steady. The other hunters were kneeling down and looking through their scopes. My dad could not believe his eyes and all he said was "shoot, and make sure you get

The next Monday coach gave us practice off so I headed home again. That night I went over to my brother's house and borrowed his shotgun because it had a fully rifled barrel with a scope. This gun was much better than mine. While I was there we talked about where he had shot his deer and where he had saw other deer. I headed home that night with little hope that I would actually get a deer at all. It was really cold when I got up the next morning. I headed out to a spot near where my brother shot his deer. As I walked out the snow covered ground crunched under my feet. I got set up in my spot and settled down for the wait. I was sitting there for about forty five minutes when I heard a noise.

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.

One of the many hobbies that I enjoy is hunting. I have been hunting since I was nine. I was brought up around hunting every since I can remember. I loved going out with my dad when I was little because I would always get a rush being outdoors listening to the roar of a turkey gobbling in the distance as it was coming into the call. Or, when you wake up before the sun comes up on a cold November morning and head to the tree stand for deer season. Out of all the seasons out there my favorite is deer season. Just seeing those big majestic animals that God created is a blessing to me. I don’t have to harvest a deer every time I go out. Most of the time I just watch the deer come in because I enjoy videoing them. One of the best feelings I get out of hunting is when you know that you made a perfect shot on a big buck and you just can’t wait to get your hands on his

It was a hazy morning, It was the opening day of rifle season. We had just sat down and we were getting all settled in, We were hunting on state land just outside of Tawas Mi. We had been hunting for about 3 Hrs and we were getting hungry so we decided to head to town and stop at a restaurant and pick up some cheeseburgers for us to eat for lunch.

So I was sitting in my tree stand with my uncle like there was nothing but me and the woods. The sensation of not hearing anything but nature itself is so amazing. I was sitting there and all of a sudden I heard something walking in the woods and i got excited hoping it was a deer. Then a few minutes passed and a group of turkeys came out to my feed pile and ate for a while before they left.

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

Close to the twilight of the day, I was coming out of my deer stand with a eight point buck I just killed, and all of a sudden I come up on a black bear with sharp teeth and claws. It wanted my deer, but I took off running to my truck, but the bear tracked me down and took me back to his cave.

A whole other week went by until I could get ready to go again. The second attempt for the final day finally approached after what seemed like a year had passed. The morning came and I anxiously got ready again for the hunt I dreamed about forever. My father and I got to our hunting lease in Arkansas and quickly set up in a spot where we thought we would seek our prey. In a faraway distance, my father spotted two squirrels in a tree, so we both quietly snuck up on the two species and my father set me up in the right position to kill the squirrels. At that time, my heart started beating unbelievably fast and I felt like I had an abundant amount of energy. We quickly got in position for the kill of the two squirrels and I realized my whole body started to shake and it felt like it was impossible to hold my gun up to shoot. I immediately fired repetively at the two squirrels and finally made contact with one of them and it fell to the ground. I then started jumping for joy and was greatly amused with myself for killing my first

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.

My dad spoke to me the morning of November 2nd “Get up. Get up. GET UP! Get out of bed if you wanna go hunt”. I checked to see the time and the clock read 4:30am. I laid in my coffin sized bunk for a minute or two, gradually climbing out by flinging one leg over the edge and then the other, and sliding off the top as slow as a sloth. I stood up and shuffled over to the table where I plopped down across from my dad. As my uncle Kirk made breakfast and coffee I asked my dad “Are you having a good birthday weekend?”. He replied “It 's been great, now lets go get one.” We all ate our breakfast and prepared for the hunt. As I was putting on layer after layer I got a strange feeling. I did not know if I felt good or bad, so I stayed positive and thought today would be the day. I climbed into the truck and we lumbered down the road.