The First Hunt

According to Statisticbrain, The total number of people over the age of 16 that hunt annually is over 12.6 million. Families used to hunt to feed themselves, and even younger children were taught to hunt to help contribute to their family’s survival. Over the years it has changed but the tradition of hunting together is still passed down from one generation to another. While hunting for meat is no longer a necessity, wild game is still much better for you and healthier than meat bought in a grocery store. Hunting also requires a person to take a class in Hunter Safety before they can legally hunt, where firearm safety and shooting skills are taught. Hunting as a family is a bonding experience where time is spent outside together instead of indoors sitting down watching television or playing video games. There is a saying that goes “Take your kids hunting and you won’t have to hunt for your kids” - kids who are involved with their families more and spend time doing things they enjoy together are much less likely to get in trouble. People who grow up learning how to handle guns safely and respect firearms are much less likely to use one irresponsibly.

In the short essay “Why I Hunt” by Rick Bass, the writer gives the reader his personal perspective of what hunting is like for him. Rick Bass goes on to share the story of his family’s move from the hills of Fort Worth, Texas to the very remote Yaak Valley of Montana. The move to this area makes Bass want to hunt more since there is a better variety of prey, and due to everyone that has lived in what Bass calls “the Yaak”, has hunted their entire lives, he feels obligated to do it more than what he did when he lived in Texas (655). In “Why I Hunt, Bass argues that his love for hunting is an enjoyable hobby that develops his imagination and gets him in touch with nature, and that people should put down technology and try hunting. Bass uses imagery to show the beauty of hunting, and pathos to describe his emotions towards hunting.

At day-break, we spotted 3 nice 5x5’s and one really nice 6x6 about two miles away surrounded by a bunch of cow elk. They were about 2 miles away, across a very rugged canyon. Perfect for my first bull elk hunt I thought.

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.

A man's hunting skills and inclinations are fostered early in childhood, often beginning when he is only a toddler. Toy bows and arrows are given to small children at a young age. Stationary

All my life I have been goal driven, ever since I was a young boy I had the goal to shoot my first bear. I was an avid hunter and I loved to be in the wilderness and hunt what I could. Then finally one year when I back of age, I had my shot. I was hunting up in Swatara, MN and I was in the stand with my father. Directly below me was a 300lb black bear and it did not know we were there. All of a sudden I pulled up to shoot and I ended up missing... I was completely devastated since that was my chance to claim a black bear for myself. After that happened I started to doubt myself at first. I thought less of myself because I missed one shot. I then realized that the only way to get better is to practice. Indeed I did... The next year came by and I was by myself in my stand.

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.

One of the many hobbies that I enjoy is hunting. I have been hunting since I was nine. I was brought up around hunting every since I can remember. I loved going out with my dad when I was little because I would always get a rush being outdoors listening to the roar of a turkey gobbling in the distance as it was coming into the call. Or, when you wake up before the sun comes up on a cold November morning and head to the tree stand for deer season. Out of all the seasons out there my favorite is deer season. Just seeing those big majestic animals that God created is a blessing to me. I don’t have to harvest a deer every time I go out. Most of the time I just watch the deer come in because I enjoy videoing them. One of the best feelings I get out of hunting is when you know that you made a perfect shot on a big buck and you just can’t wait to get your hands on his

Hunting whitetail deer can be an exceptional challenge when you’re using a bow and arrow. It is a proven fact that if you’re using a bow a deer must be a great deal closer for the arrow to actually kill them because the arrow is so light weight that it drops quickly where the bullet from a rifle will travel farther before it drops. Odds are always on the deer’s side, because they have a wonderful sense of smell, their hearing is so much better, and eyesight is one hundred times more powerful than our very own. A deer can hear a twig snap from hundred yards or more away, and can tell exactly where it came from. The deer can smell our human scent no matter how

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.

Anyone born after January 1, 1972 must do the Hunters Education Course. If they even think about buying a gun, license, or tag. You can take the course on line or a hands on instruction course (best option). If you do the hands on you might want to sign up As Soon As Possible, spots fill up fast. Once you are approved go get your gun, license, and tag, so you can get some practice in before season starts.

I went deer hunting for the first time when I was 2 years old. My dad took me hunting. As I got older I started to bring my own guns along. Even though they were only toy guns. I would shoot the deer but they would never die.

When i was 13 i shot my first deer and i was really nervous about it but i was also happy because i thought i would get one and i did so it was about an hour later at prime time i big buck came from the corner of the field and i got my gun ready to shot and my dad said { what are you doing} i said {buck in the corner of the field} then he got closer but we never saw this one on the camera so when he stopped i shot and he ran then dropped. Some people think that youth hunt should not hunt because they're too little but hunter safety makes it more safe.

I perched myself up in a tree stand overlooking a massive river valley. This is the place where deer come down and across in order to get to the fields for feeding. The towering tree stand soared over many small trees. I glanced over the railing, looking down at the snowy forest floor many feet below. It was a frightening height. “Pull your gun up. I’ll work my way back around to try and push some deer

As the morning wore on I began to get anxious and fidgety feeling that no deer were going to come. As I was contemplating whether to leave my stand in the field, I recognized two deer grazing peacefully in the middle of the field. I quickly pulled up and looked through my scope and saw nothing but green fuzz. I was so nervous that I had forgotten to readjust the focus on my scope. As I did, the deer saw me move and began to trot away from me and into the protection of the forest. I managed to get my scope in focus in time to see that there was a buck and a doe. My chance had finally come. I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I immediately stood up from my stand and jogged over to where they had entered the woods. Once in the woods, I evaluated the surroundings and had a good