Personal Narrative: Javelina Hunting

My last deer hunting experience was probably the best. My father and I woke up early, and everyone is still sleeping in the house. We start to get ready, and then we head up stairs for breakfast. My grandfather bought doughnuts to for everyone to eat. I was eating one, and drinking orange juice, while my father was eating toast, and drinking coffee. After we got done eating we went out in the garage, and put on our heavy clothes. When we stepped outside to go to the truck we could see our breaths, because it was so cold out.

All my life I have been goal driven, ever since I was a young boy I had the goal to shoot my first bear. I was an avid hunter and I loved to be in the wilderness and hunt what I could. Then finally one year when I back of age, I had my shot. I was hunting up in Swatara, MN and I was in the stand with my father. Directly below me was a 300lb black bear and it did not know we were there. All of a sudden I pulled up to shoot and I ended up missing... I was completely devastated since that was my chance to claim a black bear for myself. After that happened I started to doubt myself at first. I thought less of myself because I missed one shot. I then realized that the only way to get better is to practice. Indeed I did... The next year came by and I was by myself in my stand.

Jim here, Uncle Jim some call me. My story from several deer hunting years back goes like this: I have a saying about shooting at deer. You sight your gun in and make sure it hits where it should. So I am usually late gettin’ this done. I have a Thompson Center 54 cal. muzzleloader. Usually shoots right on so I was not to worried about it being right on. So the evening before deer season opened took my target to a safe shooting spot set up sandbag and thought I would shoot about 2 times to make sure it was still on. I had ten 54 cal. bullets. I have always said you better make your first shot count so if it takes nine in the target so be it. Well I shot 9 shots all over the target and could not get it sighted in. Gave up went to put my gun in the truck and the front fell off. Found the problem of not a good group of shots. Too late to get any more loads so I called a friend and said I should meet him on the hill where I am going to hunt and borrow a bullet from him. That problem solved, back to my front sight. Well I put my sight on my gun centered it on the barrel and scotch taped it.

The deer hunt tests your patience and in my case- accuracy. One day my brother told me to come up to him on the property. When I arrived there I caught my breath and calmed down to be able to take my best shot. After that we then situated our selves for the shot. It was a long 150 yard shot. I held my aim and didn’t even breath to be able to take the perfect shot. Once I shot, the deer all of the sudden trotted away. I had missed! However, I took three more shots, right after the third shot the deer dropped dead instantly.

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

It was a crisp fall day, the weather was perfect when I found out I was going hunting… with a gun! I was 9,but it did not come straight to me that I was going to shoot a gun, I rushed to my room grabbing my hunting supplies. When we both said goodbye to our family, we scurried over to the truck. He almost landed face first in the mud like me. “whoa-!” I piped out falling into mud. “Nice camo kid.”Dad said sarcastically when he helped me up I gave a small smile and I said in a sarcastic tone “Hardy har har”, and we set off into the woods.

On the first day not much really happen but my uncle got his buck, he shot it in the but and we had to chaser it for 1 hour. On day two we had the same routine and got out there we hunted all morning and did not see much and came in for lunch. After lunch is when we saw a buck with some does running so we tried to head them off. While waiting I saw some deer in trees and saw a buck so I told my grandpa and got down to a good shooting position and lined up the sites on the deer. I could hardly keep the sites on him but he did not know we were there so I calmed myself and took the shot. I hit him right in the heart and lungs he ran about 20 yards and fell and I felt so good my heart was pumping. We headed down to the deer and took pics and gutted it and loaded it into the

I'm staring down the barrel of my savage 243. In my sights is a beautiful buck. He's relaxed slowly grazing at the alfalfa in the field. My heart is racing, adrenaline rushing through me. As I slow down my breath and prepare to take the shot I start to think. If I do this, if I take this shot, I will now be a hunter. I will have taken the life of another animal in order to able to feed myself and my family. I take one last breath brace for the kick of my gun and put my finger on the

I would always see my dad come I and out with his hunting gear on and a rifle in his hand and wonder if I could do that. Some mornings I would hear him downstairs getting all of his gear on and thinking to myself, I would like to do that one day. Every now and then my daddy would come and get me and we would go track the deer. I personally have always liked tracking deer because when you track with a blood trail your head is always down looking for more blood, but when you happen to look up and see the deer, all of this adrenaline just rushes through your body and it is like no other feeling. Some days I would see my dad coming down the driveway with a deer in the bed of his truck. My mom would always be discussed and would not want to lay

The reason i love to hunt is because it so peaceful. There's no one out there to yell at u or complain. You can take some weight off of your body and mind just setting in the woods hearing birds talking to each other there ain't nothing like it. Hunting is like my exercise and i would walk as far as i have to to climb a tree. Hunting is the bomb. I Love setting in the woods.

Ever since I was 10 one topic has always fascinated me, hunting. Even though I grew up in the city and have only gone hunting 3 times, I've always loved doing it. I’ve only ever got one deer, it was a doe. I got it the opening day for 2017 (Nov. 15).

One hot bright summer morning In the deep woods of Newhope, Ar down in swamps and rivers and the muggy bottoms. This was one time that I lied because I didn't want to get in trouble and my dad gets mad at me. I hate lying but it's not good to lie at all.

Later that night,after we said our good nights.My dad went to bed and I normally

I love hunting, it gives me a break from my hectic city life. When you grown up on a farm then move to an urban area it can be quite the culture shock. Being out in the woods with nature gives me a feeling a serenity, it's so much more than just killing an animal.

If I said I got a good night's rest the day before the opening day of hunting season, I would be lying. I was so thrilled, I woke up every twenty minutes checking my phone for the time and of course right when I passed out from being sleep deprived, my alarm went off. Even though I was exhausted and my eyes could barely open up wide enough to put my contacts in, I was electrified to get the chance to harvest my first buck.