Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of Hunting

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.

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.

My family and i all went on a hunt for deer but we ran into trouble.There was a elk charging at us.Here is how it all began.

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.

When we finally arrived it was still pitch black out and I was more than ready to get up in our stand and listen for any sound. We started to make our way up a very large hill in the middle of the woods to reach our rally point at the top. I noticed that not too long after we left the truck I had started shaking. I tried to make myself stop, but I just couldn't. After we had gotten settled into our stand, the sun had just began to rise. Everything was happening too fast. I told myself to close my eyes and relax. To a certain extent, this did help calm me down a lot. All of a sudden, I felt my dad gently tapping on my leg, and I opened my eyes to see a doe standing about fifty yards out between two trees. I slowly raised my gun to take aim and realized I had started shaking again. I decided to aim for the center of the animal and not think about it. After I got most of the nerves out of the way I took aim and BOOM!! The deer took off running and I felt almost certain I had missed it.

This can take hours or even several attempts to see a deer, but for some reason it was my lucky day. We didn’t even have to wait for 20 minutes before we saw two bucks and a doe. My adrenaline has never shot up so fast in my entire life; it was like electricity flowing through me enhancing all my senses. I don’t remember blinking once because my eyes were open so wide taking in all this new excitement. I raised my gun slowly resting it on a shooting board that was in front of me, and looked down the scope to see the bucks a little closer. There was one off to my left about 150 yards away that was only a three pointer. As for the other one, it was a monster buck. I remember counting over 10 points on its rack and it was about 125 yards directly in front of me. I was shaking more than I ever had and I knew it was buck fever. The monster buck was walking across the far tree line headed to my right. It had stolen the doe from the little buck and was taking it to the thick woods out of sight. I was following it with my crosshairs as it walked so gingerly not having a clue on how it was being watched from afar. I had just started putting pressure on the trigger getting ready to take the shot when my scope went black. I looked up and I had let the buck get beyond my vision from the tree that was rooted in front of me. That’s when I knew it was too late and I was disappointed but only for a moment because I knew the small buck was still grazing in the field off to my

On a crisp, February morning flooded with sunshine and bright, blue skies, Providence Hill Farm members were greeted with blazing fires, coffee and donuts beginning a day of camaraderie and companionship in the field. Just one of many events, held for members of Madison County’s most exceptional facility for the sporting lifestyle.

That deer that you just about hit has a name. For the United States there are two main deer we see on a daily basis but they’re actually four different types of deer. Most Kansas people here will see one particular deer on a daily basis in most of the state. This deer would be the Whitetail Deer. Now there is the Mule Deer but there on

Well I recentered my sight taped it back on, happy I was, gun loaded sight tape on. I got in my stand which was a leaned over tree. Seddled in. After daylight saw a deer coming toward me I got ready. It was a legal buck, I waited till it got about 20 yards, it stopped I centered my taped on sight on its shoulder and pulled the trigger. When the smoke cleared my buck was on the

Dove season opened last Saturday, September 3rd. Opening day was amazing in my personal opinion. Several of my friends and I went to a field in Wren that one of their uncle6

It all started one beautiful evening that seemed like just another hunt. I had basketball practice that evening but it up getting canceled for some odd reason practice never got canceled on Sundays but this Sunday was different. Deer hunting earlier in my life wasn't that special to me because of the early failure i encountered. When i was younger i missed four deer in a small time frame and eventually i gave up because all my confidence disappeared. For years my father would ask me “You gonna come with me this year?” I would sigh and tell him because all the confidence was drained from me. Well the same question came back around and i thought about it and i eventually thought about it and i decided to get back into it. I started shooting my

We seemed to walk on for miles and miles, but finally my dad stopped me, and slowly said in a soft whisper, “We are here.” We traversed for a couple more feet, until we found the latter. I handed my dad the gun and started climbing up the stand. Getting in and out of the stand is the worst part for me, especially when the latter is slick, and slimy from dew. When we were climbing up, we saw the silhouette of a big deer run by the stand. This is gonna be the day I get my first deer. We got up in the stand, and looked out into the huge field. The first signs of daylight were creeping over the landscape.

Hunting in many places, especially Wisconsin, is a tradition to most families. And most anybody you ask can recall their first kill, as it is something you will never forget. Mine was in the October of 2013, it was my first time going hunting and I was ecstatic.

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