The Cow Taught Me How

y yard shot,i was just about to shoot then i looked at the end of my arrow there was a field tip on i knew i had to do something fast.

Now, a little bit of pressure onto my right leg, and I'm back on my original course. I see a tree that was once in the far off distance, now rapidly approaching with speed of an oncoming train. With a look of confusion that I can only describe as the look of a deer in the headlights, I twisted my body to the right in hopes to avoid the oncoming danger, that devil dressed in the needles of a blue spruce.

My eyes gravitated toward sudden movement in the right side of the binoculars. I instantly caught a glance of a huge rack of antlers creeping out of the pine trees. Instinctively, I threw down the binoculars, grabbed my gun, found the buck in my cross-hairs, took the safety off, and fired. The deer immediately dropped.

An accomplishment that set my life forward and taught me multiple traits and allowed my character to develop would have to be when I set out, got a job, and saved up enough money to buy my first car. It was a summer I'll always remember. After my sophomore year of high school I set out during the summer and got a job at Glidden Fence Company. I was nervous not working at all previous to working at Glidden and started wondering whether I had gotten too far ahead of myself. I was assigned to a three man crew and started my career as a fence builder, the crew leader was super nice to me and guided me in every step as I began to learn how to do it myself. So long story short I threw myself into a foreign environment unaware of what the

In the fall of 2012, I had just completed a six hour hunters education course and my father finally deemed me ready to hunt. Hunting is a tradition that has been in my family for generations. My grandpa taught my father how to hunt, and finally it was time for my father to teach me. “Once a Gerace gets his first kill, he earns the responsibilities of being a man,” That is what my Grandfather told my father many years ago, and now my father told me. Later that week, we found out that we were drawn for javelina hunting, although the hunt was not until February. For the next four months I spent every weekend at the shooting range, the determination I had for getting my first javelina was unmatched. I never wanted anything more in my life.

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

After we are divided into teams, and everyone assembles at their stations, the fun can begin. Bow comes first, where stillness and accuracy is everything. As I begin, I hear the snap of the arrow being notched onto the string and feel the muscles across my upper back ripple as I draw. Standing there, I hear complete silence as I focus on seeing the small yellow circle of the bull’s eye. The wind blows, and I feel myself sway in the mercy of the wind. My muscles begin to tremble, signaling me to release. I slowly squeeze the trigger, and before I can blink, I hear the thump of the arrow hit the target.

It was like a furry, agile Dracula, its breathing very loud and deep. I froze. My mind froze. My entire body refused to co-operate. In less than half a second, it pounced onto me.

My dad started waving his arms, but I still couldn’t hear him. He seemed pretty urgent. I started

It was March 1, 2017 and I had gone hatchet throwing with a couple of veteran friends of mine. The place I went to was called urban axes in PA, where we threw hatchets at targets. At first it was a thirty-minute training session to ensure there was proper safety training. The motto at urban axes was “Axe Throwing. Like darts ... only bigger and more satisfying!” As soon as I got there I was really intrigued in what they had done. Fish town is becoming more gentrified then it used to be, so I had told all my friends about it. The environment that I threw axes in was a nice well-lit area. Imagine throwing axes in complete and utter darkness. It would be a whole lot of chaos. When I entered the room I felt like I was in a whole different world.

A thud on the ground, a crash in the grass. I pick up my rifle and continue on. No matter how many times I pick it up, it falls eventually. I don’t blame it I blame me, I know I have to get this toss, I just don’t know how. Everyone has to toss that toss, My coach wouldn’t give me something that I couldn’t handle, right?

"On the count of three, arches begin. One, two, three," yelled John. The sounds of arrows being released from bows sounded from around her. While, strands of her dark hair blew across her face as she stared beyond at the target. She lifted her bow and arrow, knowing the wind would affect it. As she aimed, the others finished making the air silent except for the beating off her heart. She focused on the red dot to where it was the only thing she saw, along with the tip of the arrow. Then after one exhale she released it. However, the arrow flew straight into the bushes behind the target. Bursts of laughter rang across the land. "I told you! Natives can't work their own weapons," a laughing man whispered. It must have been her nerves, she thought. One last chance to prove that she was better than the rest.

The mountains towered over us threateningly. The only reason I joined the research group was to escape normal life. The same everyday routines were torture to me. The grass around me fluttered gently, creating this enchanting illusion of a grassy, green wave of greatness. The sky was filled with fluffy wild clouds, dancing around in unison.

It was a cool September evening and my mom was driving me from Los Angeles all the way to Johannesville. As we drove on quiet, deserted roads I stared out the passenger’s window and saw nothing but hills with tall, dry, golden-brown grasses. It certainly wasn’t anything like what you’d see in pictures of beautiful landscapes but it wasn’t too bad either, I actually kind of liked it. Looking at those golden hills rush past my window somehow relaxed me and sent me into a staring trance, my mind traveled to other-worldly places where I could let my imagination run wild.

The wind whistled through my hair, and the smells of the night assaulted my nostrils as I dodged around the trees. Pale moonlight pierced the foliage above me revealing the obstacles in my path. Breathing hard, I stopped, searching into the shadows. A campfire blazed off in the distance. Pulling my bow from my back, I notch an arrow in it. Stalking forward, I move until the faint silhouettes of the camp’s inhabitants come into sight. Three people lay near the fire, while a fourth stood guard. I pull my right hand back and take a deep breath in. I release the arrow with my breath and send the arrow flying toward the lone guard. Flying true, it slammed through his skull and quickly felled him. Setting my bow back in the quiver, I quickly moved