Personal Narrative: The Hunting Vacation In Wisconsin

“Click click” was all I could hear from the seatbelts as we set off for Wisconsin this summer. The nerves were through the roof to get to our destination, “Wisconsin Dells, the waterpark capitol of the world”. This trip was gonna be all about having fun, unlike last year it was a nightmare. Sunburnt skin, and terrible stomach aches are no fun on a vacation.

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

"Hunters in the Snow" by Tobias Wolff is about three friends-Tub,Kenny, and Frank-who have arranged to go hunting which is something that they do on a regular basis. Kenny taunts Tub about him being overweight and Frank about his affair with a 15 year old girl. Throughout the entire day of the hunting trip, Kenny was taunting the two men. A series of events takes place on the hunting trip which makes it noticeable that their problems are much deeper than just one day of hunting, Kenny taunts and bullies the men on a more regular basis than just this one day of hunting which leads up to the men letting Kenny die in the back of the truck.

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

One summer my parents informed my brother Ben and I we were going on a trip to Yellowstone National Park. I had never been so excited for anything in my life. I had a passion and love for nature, and being that Yellowstone had some of the most beautiful and interesting geological features on Earth, I knew I would have a blast. They said we would be going in a few weeks, and I literally couldn’t wait. I kept asking questions upon questions, and finally, my dad just got annoyed. “Go research it, Juliette.” He said. “The internet will know more than I do.” I took his advice and went to research Yellowstone.

5AM was about the time we’d wake up every morning before we went out. Being one of the 40% of Americans that hunted, he usually had plenty of resources and friends whose land we enjoyed and were allowed to use (Service). It was still dark out, and hunting season is usually within the duration of the colder months, so we’d bundle up in various camouflage clothing, mine always having a hint of pink because what young 5-6 year old girl doesn’t want pink in every aspect of her clothing. I would strap on my glitzy cowgirl boots and clumsily followed my Dad with an empty case that he gave me to feel like I was helping load up in some sort of way. We’d hop in the topless rust-ridden Jeep around 5:45 and explore the world now enveloped in enchanting shades of violet and amber light, the engine being the only sound for miles. I’d be in the passenger seat, just barely legally allowed to not need a car seat, and sit and talk to my Pops about everything under the sun. I was young, so as soon as you woke me up I was talking and awake, especially with my Dad who probably had no interest about the latest Blues Clues episode, but allowed me ramble about the present opening song and how I felt about the melodious tune and how the other animals and Steve all harmonized. We’d laugh and talk and drive for many miles until we finally arrived at the hunting land.

It was the middle of October, and it was finally time for my long awaited moose hunt. I have waited ever since I was a little girl for this opportunity, and it was finally here. So, my father and I packed up our stuff and left the warmth of Phoenix. We were leaving the "Valley of the Sun" and headed for a place called Wyoming. After two days and fourteen long hours of driving, we made it to our hunting unit.

Of all the hobbies out there one of my most fond hobbies would have to be duck hunting. It’s something that nothing else in this word can compare to. Chasing ducks is something that’s been in my blood for three generations now. From a very young age I’ve been very into the sport. Duck hunting is a passion that comes deep from my family, from my dad to my grandfather we’ve all become obsessed with the sport. Wading through the flooded fields and timber of the Mississippi delta, and shooting ducks is something that will never go out of style to me.

The third Saturday of November was one filled with conflicting emotions: excitement, fear, optimism, and nervousness. The screeching sound of the alarm at 4:00 a.m. initiated a sense of panic and thrill throughout me; it was the opening day of the gun deer hunting season. Within minutes, I was dressed from head to toe in bright, blaze orange that could be recognized from miles away. I reluctantly, yet willingly, climbed into the truck to head to the hunting land in Adams County, Wisconsin. My stomach felt like it was tied into knots. My mind was again flooded with conflicting emotions. I began to wonder: will I get a deer? Will I not get a deer? Will I get a buck?

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

For two years I worked as a camp counselor for the Western DuPage Special Recreation Association (WDSRA). In this time, I have worked day camps, inclusion camps, social program,s and even an overnight camp for children, teens, and adults with special needs. My responsibilities were to plan crafts and activities that were inclusive to the various needs and abilities of the campers. Most of all, being a camp counselor meant creating a safe and fun environment for each

My first year of high school I had a great opportunity that helped me grow up into the person that I am today. I had the opportunity to go on a moose hunt in Vermont. Growing up in Upstate New York where moose are a rare occurrence I knew this would be one chance to ever get to hunt a moose and maybe my only chance to ever get to see one. My trip started with a four hour car ride through the Adirondacks to Lake Champlain and then Burlington Vermont. The first day me and my dad woke up after spending the night in Burlington we got up bright and early to meet our guide for the hunt. He lead us to the camp we would be staying at for the next week. We were right on the Canadian border in the northeast corner of Vermont. There was not much in this

Over the summer Megan and I went to Wisconsin with her family . It was an outstanding trip with my best friend. We went to many different places and got all kinds of things. We stayed for 6 days. We stayed in a cabin on Lake Twin.

The wait till the first day of hunting season was intense! Finally it came, that Monday morning after the Thanksgiving weekend I got all bundled up and followed my father’s unusual routine, as I once thought. When we got into the woods I had no idea what was to come. First, it was boring; we just sat in the tree stand and saw nothing. Then we decided to walk around and see if we could find anything. Well after a while we finally found what we were looking for a deer! It was only a couple yards away. I was shaking like a leaf! I braced myself and pulled the trigger! The deer hunched up and took off. My Dad said he thought I hit it but wasn’t sure.

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