Personal Narrative: My First Buck Isn T Your Typical Hunting Story

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

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.

After they gutted and bled him out, they fashioned a truss from a felled tree branch, then tied the deer’s legs together and slid the pole through the deer’s legs. She took one end and Charles the other. This made it a lot easier, to carry their prize back to camp.

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.

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.

My brother started hunting when he was around 12 or 13 years old with my dad and I was too young to hunt. It all started with only being able to go out with them and watch them shoot deer, rabbits, turkey, and birds. I was always anxious to be able to

I still had to go through hunters safety and I learned how to hunt and shoot and stuff but my grandpa taught me where to shoot and how to guild dress and animal . I remember the first time he took me hunting , it was like 18 degrees out and I didn't even have gloves on because if I had my gloves on then my finger wouldn't fit through the trigger . Anyway we went out to my aunts house and made a little blind a couple weeks before we went hunting and we should have put walls in it because all it was was a little tiny garage with just a roof and no walls so the snow was coming right down on us.

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

This Weekend I went turkey hunting by the white river. It was supposed to be the ultimate weekend Turkey hunting in the morning and trout fishing in the afternoon. I honestly thought what could go wrong. The first morning we went out to hunt it started out slow which is unbelievable because we were chasing the turkeys. We got out about a mile into the woods and got our calls out. I start calling and don't even get to the second scrape when “GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!” I hear loud and clear i signal my uncle over to tell him we need to set up and we did.

The next morning we went out anyways, even though my dad didn't want to go. and it had just turned light and there was a doe 75 yards away from the stand so I asked my dad if he would let me shoot it and he said yeah, and I embedded the crosshairs on the deer's shoulder and pulled the trigger of the big,bulky gun. I heard a “boom” and then all of the sudden the deer jumped straight up in the air and collapsed. 30 minutes later we went down and got her and she was a heavy doe and we dragged her back to the truck and got her processed.Climbing,sitting,swinging, and sweating are all parts of hunting. You swing in the treestand, you sit as still as you can, you climb up the tree to your stand and all the hills around it, and you sweat getting to the stand sometimes. Some people in today's world think that hunting has ceased to be what it was years ago because now it's too easy.Another story I remember is this one the year I was old enough to sit alone in the stand and my dad told me don't shoot anything unless it's a buck and I said ok and he walked off into the darkness. The first day we had off to hunt I couldn't hunt. I really wanted to go

This was a rude awakening to Buck. He know longer had the love from the judge and the luxurious lifestyle. He was pitted against harsh weather and men with clubs. The weather was hard on Bucks feet and he had to learn to dig holes in the snow to sleep and keep warm. The sled drivers would beat the dogs to make them listen and to keep driving the

Once upon a time, a boy named Timmy was out in the wilderness with his father. Timmy was high in the tall trees looking down across the forest. Timmy’s father was hunting with a rifle to feed his family in the winter. As the warm sun was rising through the thick tree line, a big brown buck walked up to the corn sprinkled on the forest floor.

So the next day I went out to the woods again and started looking for arrows. I found a few good sticks and took them back to camp and started sharpening them. I put a little crease in the end of the arrow and then put in the quiver then I shot it and surprisingly it went pretty far probably a good 20 feet. So I took it out and started looking for food then I saw it a rabbit sitting right in front of me I put the arrow in the quiver and I shot it. I took it back to camp and I realized I had to skin it so I used my rock knife to skin it and I found another straight stick to stab the rabbit and then I cooked it over the fire. I was

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