Personal Narrative: My Love Of Hunting

I am a hunter and always have been, I’ve been hunting for as long as I can remember. From the time I was 5 or 6 I went hunting with my Pap, but never went by myself until I was probably 14. It was kind of a big deal for me because I was on my own. In this essay I’ll be telling you about my first morning ever hunting by myself. From getting up an hour before daylight, to sitting in my stand waiting for the deer. I’ll be telling you about taking care of the deer after you shoot it and, all the lessons you learn when you’re out on your own.

"Sport" hunting is a violent form of recreation that has left countless animals maimed, and orphaned animals vulnerable to starvation, exposure, and predation. This activity disrupts natural animal population dynamics and has contributed to the extinction of animal species all over the world, including the Tasmanian tiger and the great auk.(1,2)

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 defines who you are because it builds character. There are many things about the sport that are hard and difficult and really aren't fun at all. Cold rainy weather, camouflaging blinds, waking up early, physical exertion, and just all around hard work are all things that aren't enjoyed by hunters. But without all of these things hunting wouldn’t be the same. When I have to do actual work it seems like nothing to me because of all the work I have put into becoming a better hunter. Hunting teaches people things like honesty, patience, and respect in a way nothing else can. If you work hard enough at it there will be a prize at the end just like in life, if you want to succeed you have to put in the work and make it happen. Hunting over anything else has given me two things; A superb work ethic and an undying respect for all people, animals, and situations in this world. Those two things are the reason why I hold this great sport and everything it encompasses in such a high

Guns were never a significant part of my childhood. At least, that was how it was until I saw the innocent life of a deer taken by the quick blow of hunting rifle.

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.

My father has been taking my brother and I hunting since we were very tiny. My family owns a cabin down in Beardstown, Illinois, where we have a lot of hunting ground and it’s also a place we can all hang out and ride fourwheelers at. Usually, when we are down there, my Grandfather and the rest of our friends and family are also there too, so we always have a lot of fun times when we are with them.

Looking back on those few days, I remember the cold wind whipping against my face and the beaten down trails left behind by the marvelous denizen of the outdoors. The leaves crunch as I attempt to walk with the nimbleness of a mouse. I feel as if right at this moment I am experiencing the sheer greatness and beauty of the outdoors and with a stroke luck I find what I have come for, thus causing the hunt to begin.

After taking a closer look at the imagery collected over the past quarter I realized that I have felt many emotions and taken in a great deal of information. For my culminating project I wanted to create something that represented how I processed the situations I came across as well as something functional. I created a coil pot/vase out of my response art. My culminating project is a permanent record of the insights I have gained in developing the therapeutic relationship, insights gained regarding goal planning, assessments, and client reporting, as well as how my identity has grown as an art therapist.

Have you ever had to go through choosing between two humongous options and had no idea what to choose? We all have, many times, but I can point out one in my life that was giant and would change me for years to come.

Hunting is a sport that has been around since the creation of humans. There are several pro-filed facts about the modernized sport of hunting. I prefer to hunt because it is an opportunity to “get out and about.” Here are some reasons why I enjoy this sport and why I am for the sport one- hundred percent of the way.

My favorite types of hunting are waterfowl hunting (snow goose), deer hunting and pheasant hunting. 13.5 million people ages 16 and older in the US who hunt ("Home."). This number is probably higher because they do not include younger hunters. I was hooked on hunting when my oldest brother, Jesse, brought home his first pheasant when I was three or four years old. When I was ten I shot my first pheasant. When I was 11, I shot my first deer. When I was 13, I shot and mounted my first duck. When I was 14, I shot my first snow goose. At the age of 15, I shot my first mounted pheasant and my first buck.

On Friday 13th, 1888, in Burnsville, Wisconsin. Ash Middle School was having a scary story day and Asher was up. As he walked up to the front of the classroom the lights went out. Everyone screamed! At that exact moment the window roared open. As Mrs. Crimson grabbed the flashlight, Asher went to close the window. “So Asher what do you have for us today?”, Mrs. Crimson said. I’m going to tell you the most scariest story ever! So scary it will make you pee your pants. All the kids squealed!

The hot beaming sun hitting the lone jackal in the open plain. I’m waiting in the tall, dry grass plotting my next moving; should I pounce, charge in, sneak in, so many options, so little time. The jackal quickly turns his head spotting me. My covers been blown, it’s now or never. I charge in chasing my prey, but out of the corner of my eye I see something shiny. I ignore this object and focus on the kill.

I always enjoy getting to spend time with my family, but at the moment I wanted to spend every second with Cameron. When Cameron asked me if I wanted to go hunting with him, but first thought was yes. I always wanted to go hunting, and there was no one I'd rather go with then him. My mom had other plans though. I don't usually fight with my mom, but tonight was different. She told me it was my decision to stay or to go home. My mom didn't realize how excited I was to go hunting at the time. I realized my mistake, but there was no going back and changing it once I