How To Silverton Colorado-Personal Narrative

First, waking up before the sun comes up is rough, but not when it is the first day of deer season. I rolled out of bed and got a good breakfast in me. I dressed warm, because it was pretty chilly

Still same result. Even though it was freezing out I was starting to sweat. 2 bullets of this size should have knocked any elk down. So I loaded my second to last load I had on me and the last primer I had. Except this load I was so anxious I just happened to fumble the primer and drop it down into the sea of shale, never to be seen again. now I had the problem of an elk that was laying on the ground wondering what had happened to him, ready to get up and make a great break away without a primer to take another shot. All this time I didn’t realize my dad was getting closer and closer to me so as I was getting panicked he was there and told me to get more primers and reloads out of my extra extra ammo from my pack while he watched the elk and made sure it didn’t leave. I came back after moving as quickly as possible to get the primers. a little out of breath i rose again and put a bullet right through the neck making the elk drop instantly dead. I was excited and approaches closely to make sure the elk was done for good before felling a short relief and excitement that

I love hiking the Soberanes Loop Trail with my dad. The first mile or two follows deep into the redwoods, with soft sunlight filtering through the canopy a hundred feet above. The creek babbles and bubbles in the depths of the valley, and birds cry out flying overhead, weaving through trees.

The prospector left off surveying the fading sunset and stooped to take up his burden—a short hank of rope run round the neck and forelegs of a slain yearling mule deer. He shifted his old Henry rifle to balance better in his left hand and pulled his load eastward, down the well-worn game trail toward his cabin. Well, toward what would become his cabin. After turning color at last in the creek at the bottom of the canyon, after surveying the place and deciding it was worth a go, he had set to work putting up four walls before he shot a mess of meat. It wouldn't do to draw in a bear without walls to keep it off, at least until he could wake up enough to make a racket and ready his rifle.

A couple of hours later, we made our way our way back to camp. Our legs were tired, but our lungs were full of fresh winter air and our souls were fully re-charged with the sights, scents and sounds of nature. Share with us your experience in nature this winter through Facebook or

The next day we woke up at 5:30 A.M. and got ready to go hunting. We left the house at about 6:30 and went to the field

The elk enjoyed standing in the short beautiful grass. He loved to run in it all day. When he went to eat and drink he went right back to that spot. It turned winter, the elk saw a pile of snow and he liked it a lot. The elk was very lonely, he never had a relationship. One day he was walking by himself and a women elk was walking. He saw her and fell in love.

We retreated back down Hurricane Hill and skirted around the athletic fields to the edge of the woods. The shade, as well as the cover, comforted us as we wove through the undergrowth to the hills behind the dorm.

The canyon was twenty miles long and up to 4,000 feet wide and a 2,200 feet deep. The Grand Canyon also had a look out spot for us to take in the views where we could see for miles into the valley. We were seven hundred feet from the three hundred and eight foot Lower Falls. Then we hiked down right next to the Lower Falls. We got so close that the water was splashing us which felt like it was below twenty degrees. The water crashing down on the rocks was as loud as a crowd at a baseball game, which caused us to yell into each other’s ears. At a different look out spot we were able to see the Upper Falls from a distance. Here, the water was dropping so hard at about one hundred and nine feet that it created a massive echo in the canyon. As my eyes gazed down the Upper Falls, I could see the water going right into the fast moving Yellowstone

One year ago, I embarked on a week long expedition in the Mojave Desert of California. On the third day of the trip I decided to spend the night completely alone. As the sky burned with vibrant orange of the setting sun, I left my group with optimism and the prospect of adventure. The landscape was stark and unforgiving and without light my progress was slow. The further I went, the less I recognized but my stubborn resolve outweighed by intuition to turn back. As the sky continued to darken, the temperature dropped. The terrain only grew more challenging and my confidence completely vanished. I was lost.

We continued on and took a short detour to Boot Spring. There was a decent amount or water and the spring was flowing. If I was a bear, this is definitely where I’d hang out. After we explored the area and heading back to the trail we met a volunteer. He was at the spring checking the water level and eventually asked us for our backcountry permit, which I was completely surprised by, but thankfully I had tucked away all our documents in my back pocket.

The black timber is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The terrain is brutal, almost straight up and down; therefore, the elk love it due to the challenge hunters have of finding them. As a hunter walks out of the black timber and onto the next ridge, a few trees and sagebrush fill the mountainside. The terrain is gradual, the exact opposite of black timber. Wind howls as it comes across the mountainside, for there is nothing to block it. Monster mule deer graze on the horizon as bighorn sheep bed down on some rocks; looking out for any situation that may arise. Hunting in the Rockies is different, for there is a wide variety of people but can all be classified into three different categories: The Roadhunter, The Average Joe, and

“Good luck buddy,” my dad texted me as I left the house. The Danger Ranger fired right up and it raced down the road the way Dale Earnhardt would in the Daytona 500. During the drive all could think was, Today is the day! There is no way I am not going to see a deer! After many years of disappointing hunts, I had to stay optimistic. This new property I have access to, has countless amounts of deer that even a city slicker would be able to witness some type of deer.

The smell of crisp, cold fall air, the feeling of multiple layers of clothing and the feel of cold steel on your hands. These feelings will never be forgotten. Hunting season has always brought some great memories. There was one time my two cousins, my uncle, my brother, my dad, and I were all by five o’clock a.m. to go deer hunting. We slowly pulled in and as we stepped out of the truck you could hear the crunch of snow beneath our heavy boots, then slam. My cousin forgot to quietly shut the door. The next second my uncle was so mad, I couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the angry whisper that came from that direction. Then we started to heat the soft whimper of my cousin trying to contain her tears. We finally split and went our own ways to find our spots to sit. My dad has always been my personal guide, so we made our way up and down hills waddling in multiple layers of clothing, trying to step lightly, in the dark while carrying a heavy gun. I did get quite a few looks from my dad telling me that I was being loud and that I needed to be quieter. AS we follow the fence line down to our spot. We cross the fence and get all settled. We had been sitting in this spot for a couple days and we hadn’t seen any deer, but my guide said that there had to be some in the area. We sit there for a while my one leg starts to tingle and fall asleep, so I start to shift and get some glaring looks from my dad, but we had been sitting there for a little while, when we hear a howl that

Deer hunting is always a great time, especially when you get a deer. I was feeling lucky when my sister and I went out hunting on a Saturday evening. The weather was typical fall weather. The air was crisp and clean, the sky was blue and the birds were chirping. I was getting a little hot in my hunting clothes, though when we walked out to the stand which was a bad start to the hunt.