Thanksgiving Story

It only took him thirty seconds until my grandfather heard a scream that he has only ever heard in war a scream of death he grabbed his rifle and rushed out the door knocking over the brushed and shrubs and racing to the outhouse my grandfather swung open the door and he could only describe a nightmare as bubba's corpse was torn into pieces in the outhouse you could see every scratch you could see every organ every single inch of damage on his lifeless corpse John then started running outside and he had the same look of horror on my grandfather's face they decided to head down to the town in the morning since it was 3:00 am and tell the sheriff but before they went inside they saw it a beast as black as night as bloody and twirled as Bubba's corpse it was what my grandfather described it a demon a hellish creature sent there to destroy them they started to fire their rifles but as soon as they looked up it disappeared they thought that it was using the cabin as a house and the decided to run away not even taking their belongings they sprinted to the car and drove off never coming back again. They went to a

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

My story about a thanksgiving dinner that did not go as planned but turned out successful in the end is, Early thursday morning I walked out into the kitchen and smelled something was burning it was the corn casserole that I had made the night before and asked my mom to put it in, in the morning

The elk was running, he ran away from the hunters as fast as he could. The elk did not notice that the hunters were watching him. He was just minding his business drinking water at the lake, then all of a sudden gunshots went off. The elk kept running, the gunshots did not stop. The elk was not paying attention to the tree that was in front of him. The elk ran into the tree and fell over. He quickly got up but as soon as he got up the hunters were in front of him. He got away quickly as possible. He finally got away from the hunters, but the elk noticed a sting. He was shot in the rib cage. The elk saw the hunters once again. The elk was shot again. He ran away as quickly as possible. It was getting dark and the elk was getting weak. The elk

It was a beautiful October afternoon as I climbed to the top of my tree stand. The sun was shining, and a slight breeze was blowing from the northwest. I knew that the deer frequented the area around my stand since my step-dad had shot a nice doe two days earlier from the same stand, and signs of deer were everywhere in the area. I had been sitting for close to two hours when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs as well as smoke a cigarette.

We hadn’t spoke to each other in a while, so I leaned over and told my dad, “I wonder where all the deer are.” He looked at me kinda funny, and before he could answer a big walnut dropped from above us, and wasn't even a foot away from hitting us. We looked up, and realized we had positioned our stand in a walnut tree, so we just ignored the walnut because it probably just fell because of the wind. After awhile, another walnut fell! So we looked up, and we saw that sinister squirrel! He was dropping walnuts on us on purpose! We watched him as he chewed off the walnuts carefully and precisely dropped them on his target. It was legitimately scary! My Dad got hit in the head, I got hit on my shoulder, but aside from that, no major injuries occurred. I was not going to let a squirrel get in my

So we get to the stand and 15 minutes after its walking up the hill. The leaves we falling from a slight breeze from the east. As the deer was walking up the hill we could hear the leaves crunching and with every step the deer took my heart rate got faster even though I couldn't see it. I was looking around franticly looking

I Watched that deer eat for a few minutes, hoping that another deer would show. Then, as I was ready to give up, a movement deep in the woods caught my eye. I watched a deer walk out, and he mad the other buck look like a ant. I knew it was a buck, and I knew he was big. I was wondering how I could be sure he was a nice 8, when all of the sudden he turned his head and 2 snow-white popples silhouetted his antlers. I counted 8 points on his head, and began the process of making a shot. I grabbed my muzzleloader out of the corner. As I put the barrel out the window, I looked over my

We started out our day sitting in a blind in our woods and about 10:00 my dad started pushing the woods toward us and a half rack and two doe came walking at us but I forgot to put bullets in my gun so we did not get to shoot at any of them. Then we went around to a few more woods but could not get a safe shot at any of the deer that came out. After that we walked a ditch and at the end of the ditch this huge nine point buck pops up so I take a shot and hit it in the hip but he did not go down. So we followed him to the next ditch where we put another slug in him.Then he ran to a river bottom where I thought I put the last bullet in him. Then we were all standing around him when he jumps up again and growls at us and takes off again, at this point I already have my gun unloaded and in the truck so I run for the truck while my dad and a few other guys try to go find the deer back.Finally I get my gun loaded again and the deer is standing in the middle of the river and I have a straight shot on him so I yell “CLEAR!!!” And take the last shot and killed

“Tristan, I am freaking out. What am I going to say to Gwen today? What am I going to do?”

Cody La Pointe9/7/2016Mrs.BlackwellHistory 3The Dark HunterEarly in the cool morning before the sun has risen. The mashing of the wet leaveson the floor of the woods. Tired but still moving slowly, as quiet as he can be. The one thing onmy mind, finding something to kill, anything. I Imaging shooting the biggest deer I can think of.Maybe even a bear that would really be impressive, I would hang his hide on the wall or maybeuse it for a blanket that would really nice for the cold winter nights. It’s so dark I can barely seethe trees in front of me, I hope there's nothing to twist my ankle on. That would be really baddragging a deer out of the woods is hard enough as it is. I’m already 2 miles into the woods atleast and the sun's coming up I don't need to find a place to sit and wait.

He decided to pass on the 8 point buck and said he is too small to shoot. He went home empty handed, As dinner started he talked to his family and said that he passed on a 8 point buck. His father yelled at him for passing on a big beer on the hit list. So he went into his room all crabby and disappointed in himself for not shooting the huge 8 pointer. So about 5 minutes later his dad came up to his room to talk to him. He should have shot the deer with his 20 gauge when he walked pass. As Jamie goes to bed, he had a dream about the 8 point buck walking around the field that was teasing me. Then he got real mad and pulled the trigger and the deer dropped in his tracks. The 12 pointers was back in the distance and ran off far into the woods.

I scream with a reply of YES!! I will be freezing, but I want to get my first deer. So we head out and my fingers are so numb in the first five minutes. I tell my dad I thought I heard something cause I did, we waited the next ten minutes. There was nothing so I think I was just hearing things. then I see a buck I say dad there it is. He said to get on him and shoot. So I got on him and I shot the deer ran off. We waited twenty minutes to track him and when we are traking him we see a buck that looks exactly like him and my dad said stop maybe we can get another shot for you. The I see a dead deer up ahead and I say that's not, my deer my deer is right there! Then we took pictures and we headed back

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!”

There was once a boy who lived in a small village. The boy had blond hair and had very old clothes like hammy downs. Every single day he would wake up and feed his chickens. His father would always tell them if you see a fox kill it or it will kill you, so he did what he was told to do. If he saw a fox he would have to kill it. His mother, on the other hand, was not fond of what her husband would say to his son, so one night when it was silent and everyone was asleep she woke up her son and said, “come and I will show you the truth about these animals”, and so she did. Outside where the chickens were, there was this fox all alone under a willow tree. The boy could feel how cold it was because he could feel the icy wind on his face, so because