Significant Kill Narrative

There is one day that will always stick out in my mind. I was down at the Wabash River with my family and friends celebrating Labor Day. I was doing what any second grader would be doing, riding my bike, enjoying the outside. I had no care in the world while I was riding my bike. I only cared about two things, having fun and the wonderful weather.

In May of 1896, Hiram decided to take Jim and Charlie hunting. They made plans for the trip and both boys grew very excited every day. However on the day of the trip, Charlie fell violently ill and was unable to go on the trip. Still enthused about the trip, Jim and Hiram set off and dedicated the trip to Charlie. That day on his first hunting trip Jim saw a deer. He aimed his rifle at the deer and as Hiram looked on, Jim shot the deer almost directly in the heart and dropped it where it stood. Jim was excited and couldn’t wait to get back and show Charlie what had happened, so a few days later they packed up and headed home. The day they returned home they received bad news; Charlie had been sent to the infirmary in

We drove in the truck towards the direction of where the doe ran. Adrenaline was rushing through my body. Was the doe going to be there? It was my first time shooting a deer. I desperately wanted to find her dead in the field. My heart was pounding with anticipation and excitement. For a minute it felt as if my heart was going to burst out of my chest. When we pulled up I saw her on the ground. There she was, my first deer. Beaming with pride and joy, I looked at my grandfather. He looked at me with a smile and said, “That was a great shot I am proud of

Driving quickly as possible I haul some more butt around to the next good crossing that a buck usually will cross no matter what. When I pull up I get out and walk up the road to get away from the smell of the truck and left over dog scent. Within less than 2 minutes after arrival I can hear the deer in the bushes. I just knew me and the Browning was going to get to kill a good buck the first day. Well it’s safe to say I ate my words that day. Five minutes later I hear my old man get on the radio and say “This race is over”, hearing that I knew that my mama and daddy killed a very nice buck the first day. We walked exactly 69 steps and drag a nice six point out that even if you tried you would not be able to stick a cigarette bud in between the tips of his horns.

I thought to myself, "Surely it won't rain today." Another hour went by and down came the rain. It didn't slack up for hours. Suddenly though, it seemed I had a slight change of luck. Staring into the pouring rain, I saw two eyes glaring at me from the far right bush. Could it be? I might actually kill my first deer! Slowly, he made his way to the middle of the field. He looked to be about a five-point buck. My dad placed his overly large gun up to my shoulder and told me to hold tight. I placed the target on the deer and pulled the trigger. After a big bang, off the deer ran as my shot missed its

After we stopped and shut the truck off, we ever so slowly and quietly exited the truck, went around to the tailgate, grabbed the guns, the little camo backpack of gear, sprayed down, and we were on our way. Even walking out, I was filled with emotions and my mind raced. Excited, nervous, alert, noticing and picking out every little thing that moved or made a noise. The frost crunching under my boots, watching my breath crystalize right before my eyes, the tops of trees swaying back and forth in the gentle wind, as if waving to us. We get to the stand, an old, wooden box on stilts, and climb up. When we get situated, I pulled out my phone to check the time. Six forty-five. I mentally took note of this and knowing legal shooting hours started at seven twenty, I calculated how long before this day could become an amazing one. Thirty-five minutes. I sit there anxiously counting down the time. After a while, Dad taps the side of my leg three times, and instantly I know what he means before he points out in the darkness. I can hardly make out the outline of a deer slowly walking broadside from left to right at about eighty yards in an open area straight in front of us. This is the kind of darkness where you can see the outline of your hand in front of your face, but not the rest of it. I could see the deer out there only because of its relatively large size. I reached down and turned on my phone that sits on the ground next to my

The deer has earned the nickname of Bullwinkle. Trail cameras that had been set out to try and capture this humongous beast, has only captured his picture one time...and only half of his body. It could be seen that he was the largest buck around the place. “Well I am going to the woods now, I can feel it in my blood and bones that Bull will come out today” exclaimed Buck. Buck was so excited to go hunting more today than any other day, he knew that today would be the day. As Buck walked to the woods, he began to move faster than he started off and was soon almost in a jog, all of his adrenaline was pumping full steam; he realized this

Me and my dad are sitting in a treestand. We have seen a couple does. A couple small bucks but no shooters. It is still the morning so we still have time. It is about midday and we are getting out of our stand to go get lunch. So we got lunch and are headed back. We are back to the stand now. We have been sitting there for a couple of hours. It is about dark now and we hear something far away. So we look and it is a monster buck but it is way too far to shoot with my bow. So I try to grunt it in but it won't come. It is the next day now and we are in our blind today because it is a little windy. We are sitting there and I hear something. So I look over and it is a small buck. So we are watching it and we see something from far away. I get the binoculars and it is a monster. So I try to rattle this time but it still don’t come. So the last day we go back to the treestand. We have seen a lot of does. Then I hear something so I look around and I see a doe and it is just standing there. So I see movement behind it and it is the monster buck. So I get the grunt out and I grunt. Then, all the sudden he comes running. So I get

This morning my dad and went to huddle house to get something to eat.When my dad and I left Huddle House we went to get the equipment for the deer. First we when to the campsite to set up for the deer. When we got to the campsite we got the equipment off the truck. After that we waited for the deer. 2 hours later the deer I saw was a 8 point big buck.Then I pulled the rifle and then was a bullet hole in its throat. When I shot the guns there was a big POW! So we loaded it in the truck . Then we went by to

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.

Dad drags him into the woods and then I lay my hands on his smooth rack and then I feel his rough hide and treasure the moment. Then Dad takes my sharp knife and field dressed it. When I look at the deer, I ask my dad where the heart is and then he took it out and showed me. The heart it was totally messed up! The whole thing was almost gone! “I can’t believe I’ve shot three deer in the heart!”

When we were pushing the first piece of timber I saw a small 4 point buck and I figured someone was going to get him in the next hour, but some sitters messed up on where they needed to sit so we lost him, but we decided we would hunt the next piece of timber and when we did, I sat right next to my dad’s friend and was hoping I would get a deer because this is normally where they funnel out to but they went right next to my dad’s friend and he got a half buck. So I had to drag him with help for about 30 yards through the timber and up hill, we went to a couple of other hunting places a got 2 more but if was getting dark so we quit. When we got there the next day my dad told his friends about how he almost hit a small doe on accident and how it wasn’t even 1 foot from the bumper of the truck. We debated on actually going hunting since the actual temperature outside was -10 degrees but there wasn’t any wind so it wasn’t to bad. When we decided we were gonna hunt a small piece of land two deer came in between me and my dad and I shot twice and I got one of them, my first

Our wagon train just kept on moving. As we were moving along George and Juan decided to go hunting. When George was getting his hunting supplies out the gun slipped from his hand, and he accidentally shot my foot. I was in so much pain until I got my first aid kit, and pulled the bullet out. Then the two other women in the other wagons came over to help me. I got some medication in there, and wrapped it up. I can still walk but not very fast, and I’m going to use a tree limb to help me. After a while George and Juan came back with a bison. After setting up for the night, all of us ladies started making the bison. We had the men skin it and decide how much we were going to make. We placed the meat in a pan and placed it over the fire to cook.

There standing beside Grady,was the mother of the baby cub.Grady thought of running,but that would most likely cause her to chase him.If he were to run, he would run back to the campsite.Where his family was!Grady did NOT want to put his family in danger.All of a sudden,his boy scout teacher's reminder, in case of a bear was near you, the voice echoed"When you come upon a bear,fall to the ground and play dead".Grady also remembered what his dad told him, by the campfire. He had said,"to scare the bear off, you need to start banging something to make a loud noise".So Grady,not knowing which to do, dropped to the ground and pretended to be dead.Unfortunately,that did NOT work."Stupid boy scouts.Stupid Mr.Daniels,as well",Grady thought out loud.As Grady looked up at the mother bear, he noticed that she was just sitting there.All she did was look back and forth at Grady and her cub.Using that as a distraction,he ran back towards the camp.He thought back to what he just saw,as he reached the circle of trees that surrounded the camp.It was very weird.He trudged on until he got to the campfire,which his parents and brother was sitting at.Grady then told his parents about the bear and how she just stood there.Jared was the first to speak,"Cool".But Grady knew Jared wasn't intrigued.His parents told him how they BOTH know that bear and how she visits every time they come."Merida?Timothy?",said a voice.Grady turned around to see THE BEAR standing with her cub

It was a chilly night before the last day of deer hunting season. At just the age of fifteen, I was in my house cleaning my cheap twenty gauge from Walmart. Using, a white grubby sock that had a long dark old shoe lace tied around it. I would insert my shoelace through the top of the barrel and slowly pull my sock through, till I saw it hanging a little into the ejection port to remove debris within the gun.As I was cleaning I kept thinking to myself how exciting this was going be, because if I didn’t get a deer this year it was still fun going hunting. After I was done cleaning my gun, I slipped the gun into its soft dark green case.I then set out my bright blaze orange vest, and my old brown hand me down coveralls