The Hunt For Bullwinkle

The large buck comes out from behind a tree and shows itself. He pulls back his arrow. This is the moment of truth for this young boy, a part of growing up in the Shawnee culture in central Pennsylvania.

The protagonist, over-weight, Tub and his two hunting buddies, Frank and Kenny take off early one morning to the snowy mountains for a deer hunt. When they arrive and begin heading to the woods they near a

Finally, today is the day we are leaving for our trail. We also pack medicine for if we get sick. The sun is coming up the cows seem like they are excited. But today seems like it's going to go very very slow. We have all of our supplies in a wagon that we are going to sleep and eat in Joe is going to be incharge of where that goes and following us that way we does lose any of the cows. Me and curtis are on horses pushing the heard forward in charge of moving the cows. “Let's get moving we have no time to lose” I yell to curtis and joe. So we start on our

I followed my dad through the tall grass in the field to reach my deer. Excitement entered my body as I thought about how big the deer was that I had just shot. The deer would have had to have been at least an eight-pointer, maybe even bigger, I thought. The distance between me and my deer began to shrink. I could not wait to see how big my deer actually was. As I approached the deer, my heart sank a little. My deer was an eight-pointer but had a body that resembled a large-sized dog.

The animal did not make a sound. It went down hard, then got up again, and Rat took careful aim and shot off an ear. He shot it in the hindquarters and in the little hump at its back. He shot it twice in the flanks. It wasn’t to kill; it was just to hurt. He put the rifle muzzle up against the mouth and shot the mouth away. Nobody said much. The whole platoon stood there watching, feeling all kinds of things, but there wasn’t a great deal of pity for the baby water buffalo. Lemon was dead. Rat Kiley had lost his best friend in the world. Later in the week he would write a long personal letter to the guy’s sister, who would not write back, but for now it was a question of pain. He shot off the tail. He shot away chunks of meat below the ribs. All around us there was the smell of smoke and filth, and deep greenery, and the evening was humid and very hot. Rat went to automatic. He shot randomly, almost casually, quick little spurts in the belly and butt. Then he reloaded, squatted down, and shot it in the left front knee. Again the animal fell hard and tried to get up, but this time it couldn’t quite make it. It wobbled and went down sideways. Rat shot it in the nose. He bent forward and whispered something, as if talking to a pet, then he shot it in the throat. All the while the baby buffalo was silent, or almost silent, just a light bubbling sound where the nose had been. It lay very still.

As the deer fed at the marsh's edge, it's tail flickering as it nibbled tender and ripe green growth. Then the nervous animal pauses in it's feeding and lifted its head to listen. Whatever hint of danger the deer had sensed was ignored once the threat could not be located. It stamped a forefoot, lowered its head and began to eat once more, this deer had failed to detect a Florida panther that was downwind (going into the wind) crouched low in the underbrush. Amber eyes however, estimated the distance between himself and the deer. Then at the right moment attacked the deer, with bounds at over twenty feet at a time the panther exploded out of the underbrush pouncing on the deer and forcing it to the ground. Within fifteen seconds that

After they gutted and bled him out, they fashioned a truss from a felled tree branch, then tied the deer’s legs together and slid the pole through the deer’s legs. She took one end and Charles the other. This made it a lot easier, to carry their prize back to camp.

After a rough night, Billy and his team went back to the camp with several coon skins. Because of his dogs determination and loyalty even through a blizzard, Billy won the competition. After that, everyone started to head home. Awhile later, Billy, Old Dan, and Little Ann went hunting again. Billy was not prepared for this hunt. During the hunt, Old Dan and Little Ann tracked down a mountain lion. They would not give up the hunt until the lion was dead. While saving Billy's life, Old Dan and Little Ann were wounded very badly. Even though Billy and his parents did their best to treat Old Dan and Little Ann's wounds, Old Dan did not make it long after the hunt. Shortly after Old Dan's death, Billy buried him. Since Old Dan and Little Ann had always done everything together, Little Ann was so sadden that she stopped eating and became weak. As she was dying, she drug herself all the way out to Old Dan's grave and died beside his grave. Billy buried her beside Old Dan. With the competition money, Billy's father and mother had enough money to move to town, so they did. Before leaving, Billy visited Old Dan and Little Ann's grave once more. There he saw the legendary red

During the days of sitting bull there were three boys, and the chief and all the men had left to go hunt, but the three boys had stayed behind because sitting bull had said the boy weren’t men yet so they had to stay back and watch the village.The three boys had decided that they were gonna go and prove they were man enough to hunt so the boy’s had left when the tribe was sleeping so they tried to go hunt and prove to their tribes chief sitting bull that they were men.

Mr. Orr was out scouting for elk in southwest Montana when the grizzly attacked him. Three miles away from his truck he knew he had to get out of the area. After hiking about a half-mile, the very same bear attacked him again. TWICE!!! He played dead and didn’t move to make the bear stop and think he was dead. When he knew it was safe he went back to his truck and did a video of his bloody face, shoulders, and arms. He then drove sixteen miles to the nearest hospital.

Next, he has to decide where to go hunting that specific day. “He pays attention to the weather and wind direction,” his daughter Rebecca commented. Finally, his favorite part about deer hunting begins: “The challenge of trying to outwit the deer.” Before the season even starts, he has a passion for figuring out their patterns, and looking to see where they are going to be as well as always trying to stay one step ahead of them. Where are they going this year compared to last year? What’s changed? “It's a challenge; they are smart animals.”

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

After school Jody began the long walk home; it was about 4 o’clock when he arrived at home to see his father and Billy Buck were not home yet. Jody went on to do his afternoon chores, after he devoured the doughnuts his mother left for him. He filled the wood box, put the hen eggs in a basket, and sprinkled grain out for the chickens. After all his chores were done Jody took his rifle up to the ridge,however it had no cartridges in

This is a collection of Zachary Fortner’s hunting adventures. Once upon a time, in the midst of spring, young, chubby Zach was running around with his Red Rider bb gun. He scanned the ground and trees for as far as he see but there were no critters to be found. Zach eventually noticed a bright red hummingbird feeder and wondered if the bbs would bounce of the feeder and make it swing. The bbs did not bounce, but penetrated and there was little swing. He tried to play it cool but later that week his step dad accused him of shooting the feeder. I confessed and had to replace the feeder.

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