Personal Narrative: The Time I Shot My First Deer

Many people think of the bahamas, or a five star hotel when a vacation is mentioned, however that is not true for all. For those who enjoy the outdoors and nature, a nice hunting trip speak more to them. Hunting has been seen in our culture for centuries as a way of reconnecting with nature, and in todays world with the lack of predators it is used to keep nature in balance, as well as keeping in touch with our ancestral traditions.

Duck hunting is an absolute passion for me and nothing could possibly interrupt this annual event. For me, sitting out in a duck blind at 5:30 in the morning with the brisk cold air biting at my skin is something I look forward to each and every year. Even having to break through a layer of thin ice to make it out to my blind never gets old. The frigid cold on my hands can get unbearable at times, but the possibility of frostbite is never at the forefront of my thoughts. After all, when the ducks start to fly, nothing can force me off the lake.

In the mid 70’s, my family bought a cabin on the Illinois River. We spent all our free time there, weekends and most of the summer. For years my family enjoyed their time at the “clubhouse” as we called it. It was our home away from home. There were about 20 cabins there, so it was like our own little community. Just about everyone there was like extended family. Any time someone needed help, the neighbors showed up. Everyone there had similar interests, hunting, fishing, boating and water skiing. I spent most of my days enjoying these activities.

My dad and my uncle, both experienced hunters, were there to help guide me. They had helped me on my other deer and antelope hunts, but this was my first elk hunt and it was agreed that I was ready to do most of the job on my own, especially since I was now 6’5 and weighed about 225

I hunted till ten-thirty and got up and headed his direction. When I got to where he was sitting, I saw that he had shot a nice doe and was just finishing gutting it. We took his deer up to my house and headed back to school. By this time was getting discouraged because I had a wrestling meet that weekend and couldn't go home. Later that week I received a phone call from my brother telling me that he had shot a eight point. This made me feel even worse because it seemed like everyone had shot a deer but me. I only had one week of regular firearm season left and I was determined to shoot a deer.

Next thing I knew, it was February 12th, the night before my big hunt. I was so ecstatic that night, I could not sleep. I stayed up through the night cleaning my gun and making sure I packed everything. I ended up sleeping on the five hour drive to the hunting grounds. The next couple of hours we spent setting up the tents and gathering wood to make a fire. We got to sleep early that night so we could get up early and scout the area.

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.

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

It was a hazy morning, It was the opening day of rifle season. We had just sat down and we were getting all settled in, We were hunting on state land just outside of Tawas Mi. We had been hunting for about 3 Hrs and we were getting hungry so we decided to head to town and stop at a restaurant and pick up some cheeseburgers for us to eat for lunch.

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.

There are few better ways to take your kids away from the electronic and out of the house than hunting. Its good quality time with your kids and family and shows them where food comes from. Also revealing how important it is to be resourceful and self sufficient is also one of the greatest life lessons you can have. There's a good connection to tradition in America hunting. Theres also a lot of useful items you can make with the deer other than just meat you can make deerskin leather gloves and you can make knife handles from buck's antlers and it makes for a really cool design and you can say you did it yourself instead of going to the store and buying one. Theres good time with your friends

Every year for Thanksgiving, my dad, cousin, and 2 uncles go hunting. Hunting is a tradition that we enjoy on Thanksgiving, and we have repeated it for several years. Hunting is done before the meal, and after, and we normally shoot 2-3 deer

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.

Eventually my dad got hungry so we left and got Waffle House. When we came back to the Property, it was at least 2 in the afternoon. Instead of climbing back into the deer stand we sat in a ground blind. I was so tired and eventually dozed off while sitting upright in a backless chair. I woke up not long later and my dad signaled that there was a small buck coming up the hill. We got into position and then my dad pulled the trigger. I jumped out of my skin! My ears were still ringing as we made our way out of the tent to hunt

For my birthday in September my parents gave me an ultimatum, I had to choose between 50 dollars, or I could go on a two week hunting trip. At that time I was a hunting fanatic and chose the hunting trip without a second thought. So a month after my birthday we flew out to Wisconsin and got ready to hunt at my Dad’s parents farm. We got there at about 4:30 p.m. and were debating on going hunting, But I was so gung-ho on hunting that I convinced my dad to take me just for a little while. I was so anxious and excited to be hunting that my hands were shaking.