The Hunting Club For The First Time

Hunting is very valuable to me, but the value is deeper than just hunting. There are so many aspects of hunting that I love. But I cherish my bow above all of them. Having my bow with me when I’m in the stand or when I’m at my neighbor’s house practicing, gives me a since of dominance. Also brings me pride knowing I’ve worked hard and stayed committed to something I truly love. There are all kinds of animals to hunt and different ways to hunt them. My favorite type of animal to hunt, is the white tail deer. While hunting the allusive deer I like to follow a code of ethics, which a lot of people don’t follow. Even though I would have liked to be given all my hunting needs, I’m proud of myself for going out and getting those needs by myself. Buying my bow and getting into bow hunting, caused me to take responsibility and taught me to stay committed to a true value in my life.

Hunting and fishing is my American experience. I’ve been fishing and hunting my whole life.

Many people think of the bahamas, or a five star hotel when a vacation is mentioned, however that is not true for all. For those who enjoy the outdoors and nature, a nice hunting trip speak more to them. Hunting has been seen in our culture for centuries as a way of reconnecting with nature, and in todays world with the lack of predators it is used to keep nature in balance, as well as keeping in touch with our ancestral traditions.

As opening day progressed, we improved a lot. Our group ended up five short of the 50-daily limit for the ten of us. At the end of the hunt, we reminisced about the day’s events while we cleaned the ducks, barbecued and laid out our hunting plans for day two.

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.

Waking up before the rising sun on the morning of the hunt left me feeling groggy with my eyes slow to open and close when blinking. Being extra quiet to not wake up my mother was a main challenge, trying to tippy toe around the cabin and dodging the creaky spots in the floor. Prior to eating breakfast, I began getting dressed. Due to the fact that I was in northern Minnesota, the weather was bone chilling and the wind would seep right through your layers onto your unexpecting skin. Once I had put on my long johns, sweatpants, and long sleeve shirt with a tee shirt on top I began to make my breakfast. I had decided to have scrambled eggs that were cooked to perfection with the yolk golden mixed in with the pure snow white egg white and flakes of pepper sprinkled throughout and toast with butter melted onto the crunchy outside making it soft with homemade strawberry jam spread thick on top.

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.

My brother started hunting when he was around 12 or 13 years old with my dad and I was too young to hunt. It all started with only being able to go out with them and watch them shoot deer, rabbits, turkey, and birds. I was always anxious to be able to

After hearing stories of universities not helping sexual assault victims win their case and rather brushes these issues to the side, I would hope that the University of South Carolina would be on the victim’s side in this situation. It is amazing that the people fighting for victims of sexual assault on college campuses is not lawyers, but 18 to 21 years of students. Even university faculty feels like they cannot help these victims as it will hurt their tenure. The Hunting Ground shows that dealing with sexual assault is difficult, but life is just as difficult after because it feels like people are not there to help but just accuse the victim and let the offender get away with the crime. Some feel that so little help is available to support them that they take their own life similar to Lizzy in the film.

Throughout the semester we have covered a lot of material, but what has resonated with me the most, was the documentary titled The Hunting Ground. This documentary discusses the issue of sexual assault on college campuses across the United States, and how school administrations have failed to deal with the problem adequately time and time again. We learned previously, in class, that most victims are between the ages of 16-24, therefor it makes sense that many of these assaults would take place on school campuses. However, it was very overwhelming to hear the stories of women who have been victimized and how they have been discouraged by their own institutions to report their cases.

Centered around the problems of rape in college, The Hunting Ground is a documentary that follows stories of many young women and men who had some of the most important things stolen from them. Virginity, dignity, respect, or an environment where they felt safe. More than 16% of women are raped while in college. With the number only increasing, this documentary was created to showcase the corrupt system of colleges handling these cases and give insight to what actually happens to the victims.

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.

When I was twelve years old my dad finally decided to introduce me to hunting. Since I was still young I didn’t own a gun yet, and had to use my dad’s 7 mag. He took me to the hunting range so that we could sight the gun in, and get me used to shooting it. At that time I had no idea what to expect, so the kick really surprised me; the trigger needed about two pounds of pressure as well. That’s really light. For my first time shooting my dad was quite impressed with my aim. I had relatively good spacing between the bullet holes, or grouping, on the target. This reassured my dad that I wouldn’t miss. Now came the packing. We were going out for a four day hunt at our friends hunting cabin near cave junction, so we packed quite a bit. We packed some fishing gear as

Do you have deer where you live? Well we do! Here in Avon Lake the deer population has been increasing rapidly. In fact there are so many deer that in 2013-2014, 2,342 deer have been hunted to keep the population lower but they are still high and growing in numbers. Deer hunting is good for the environment. They are disrupting our ecosystem by taking our land and eating our plants which causes a decrease in produce.

For my birthday in September my parents gave me an ultimatum, I had to choose between 50 dollars, or I could go on a two week hunting trip. At that time I was a hunting fanatic and chose the hunting trip without a second thought. So a month after my birthday we flew out to Wisconsin and got ready to hunt at my Dad’s parents farm. We got there at about 4:30 p.m. and were debating on going hunting, But I was so gung-ho on hunting that I convinced my dad to take me just for a little while. I was so anxious and excited to be hunting that my hands were shaking.