Personal Narrative: Moose Hunt In Vermont

Hunting is very valuable to me, but the value is deeper than just hunting. There are so many aspects of hunting that I love. But I cherish my bow above all of them. Having my bow with me when I’m in the stand or when I’m at my neighbor’s house practicing, gives me a since of dominance. Also brings me pride knowing I’ve worked hard and stayed committed to something I truly love. There are all kinds of animals to hunt and different ways to hunt them. My favorite type of animal to hunt, is the white tail deer. While hunting the allusive deer I like to follow a code of ethics, which a lot of people don’t follow. Even though I would have liked to be given all my hunting needs, I’m proud of myself for going out and getting those needs by myself. Buying my bow and getting into bow hunting, caused me to take responsibility and taught me to stay committed to a true value in my life.

Many people have misconceptions about hunting. One such misconception is that hunting is easy and any person can go sit in the woods and wait for an animal to cross the hunter’s path. However, people who believe this are sorely mistaken. Hunting is not just sitting in the woods with a rifle; there are many other aspects that must be considered. An individual must have all preparations complete, purchase or gather the equipment needed, and know what to listen for while in the woods.

Unfortunately, it went nothing like that. First, it was so cold that our alarm did not work. I would never have guessed that I could get ready for a hunt in 15 minutes! Of course, that did not leave time for breakfast, or even coffee for Dad. We still made it to our spot by daybreak. We parked behind some trees about a half mile from our last moose sighting and started stalking closer. We were nearly to the Moose spot when we heard another vehicle coming down the trail behind us. We thought for sure that no one would be so un-sportsman-like that they would just drive by us and start shooting. It had to be obvious that we were stalking that Moose. But just in case, we hurried it up and ran down the trail. As we turned the corner, we saw the pickup stopped in the middle of the trail and the hunters were below the road glassing and talking loudly. And right across the gulch in front of them was my moose with the cow and calf.

At 17, a muzzelloader elk hunt in Navada was one of the best things to have ever happened to me in my life. A tag for the Jarbidge WIlderness Area is one of the best spots for it too. It all started out on the 500 mile drive out to destination, followed by 2 solid days of scouting the ranges for elk. Archery season was just ending when we were starting so the elk had some pressure but not as much as in rifle season. There were plenty of bulls that were well worth of shooting so we felt like we had a good chance of getting one. On opening day, a Thursday, we got on 3 nice 5x5 and 6x6 bulls with my dad and my uncle spotting from a ridge away but we either had no shot or we spooked cows before we could shoot. That day I put of about 15 miles and 2,000 feet of climbing. That night we re-fueled and slept had for the long

As we were following a well traveled game trail, we came to a spot where we could see the rim of the canyon through the opening in the trees. As we looked up to the top of the canyon, we noticed there was a bull elk at the top of the canyon. It looked like a postcard. The elk was standing on the very top of the hill with nothing around it but the green grass and the tall trees in the background. He was looking straight down at as, and didn?t even care that we were there.

Leaves have all transformed to different colors, pumpkins are being hunted down, and the smell of Fall is brewing. October is here. It is not the costumes, carvings, or delicious caramel corn that gets me all hyped up, it is the opening day of duck season. Duck hunting is one of my most cherished times to spend with my dad, grandpa, and younger sister. I started tagging along with my dad at about three years old. At that age, rather than handling a gun, I handle some crayons and a coloring book in the back of the blind. Five years later I was able to start shooting on my own and still continue to.

As a St. James middle school boy, I was all about hunting, even though I hadn’t ever been. My dad, being the awesome guy that he is, said he’d take me if I genuinely wanted to go. Little did I know, my dad had been studying up for this on YouTube because he knew the worst part comes after you shoot a deer and have to clean it. He watched video after video learning how to properly clean a deer before you take it to a shop for it to be processed. The only thing that I knew I wanted to do was shoot a deer!

Have you ever been deer hunting before? If so then you should know the feeling of buck fever. Buck fever is when you see a deer and start to shake and get all worked up. This is the story of when I shot the biggest buck in my life.

In Richard B. Lee’s article, “What Hunters do for a Living” he takes readers into the world of the ! Kung Bushmen who lived in the Kalahari desert. He then documents their gathering and food practices. Many decades ago, humans were entirely dependent on gathering and hunting their own food. Vegetables were 60-80% of the !

All throughout North America there is a large diversity of animals, ranging from muskox to wild turkey. For every animal in North America there is a daring or conservative hunter willing to test their abilities and sometimes put their bodies to the test as they attempt to harvest some of God's great creations. North America has one of the largest varieties of terrains in the world. This allows many different species of animals to thrive in environments but may also limit one species from living in all parts of the continent. The different environments forces hunters to use different tactics to succeed in getting an animal. This could be negative 40 degrees in Northern Canada, or 95 degrees in South Florida.

I dashed down the stairs ready to go, I have my rifle and pistol just in case I run into a bear or something, it’s a magnum revolver so i'm good if he tries to charge at me. All we’re trying to do is get a couple deer or moose. As I forced the door open and hopped in my truck, I slid down the window and gave my wife a nice kiss, to say goodbye. Not knowing what I have coming once I go hunting. Wearing my heavy boots and thick Camo clothes I jaunted up the steps to pick up Ryan, “you got everything?”, he replies with a simple head nod. We set off after passing by joe’s house. Joe has a girlfriend, well they just got engaged, so he kissed her goodbye. Ryan’s single, probably because he’s all work, or work out, he has no time for anything else.

On October 13, 2013 I was hiking through the dark, quiet woods while hunting. I entered the brush to where I would hunt just as the sun died and the moon was awaking. The coyotes started to come out into the open field 50 yards out. I saw a tall and skinny person standing in the middle of the field shinning in the moonlight, and he said “1-2 Freddy's coming for you, 3-4 Better lock your door, 5-6 grab your stick, 7-8 Gonna stay up late, 9-10 never sleep again”.

When we got to the mountain the next morning I heard someone talking about a moose sighting on the mountain.I was scared to death when I heard that.

The wood’s amazing fragrance lingers behind me. No matter the multitude of times I have experienced this, never will the scent go away. I always love the time spent on my deer hunting grounds. Meandering roads leading to anywhere imaginable, deer stands designating a perfect view for a hunt, antlers jettisoned onto the trails and questioning whether this will be an exceptional year. Markings carved on trees to show direction, old ragged signs saying “NO TRESPASSING”, the name and phone number of the person who owns the property, and knowingly passing to venture further. Diverging through the trail to be back to camp around 8 and starting an annual fire to share what happened during the day. Except, our chat never seems to be about what actually happens during

My uncle David called and asked if i wanted to go hunting and I said “sure” he said “ok” so i packed my bag and went over to his house And i spent the night.While i was there he taught me how to clean a gun and he showed me videos how to clean a deer. After all that my aunt cooked dinner she was cooking baked potatoes and she maid a salad it was good.So after dinner i went to bed.My uncle wake me up at about 4:30 he told me to get dressed.Then we got in the car and we drove for about two hours and then we were there.We got out the car and i had a gun and he had a gun we both had thirty or six.we walked for about ten minutes and on that walk i could smell the morning dew and dirt . I could see the trees and the dead leaves on the ground. I could