Deer farm

spot for deer in the morning. It was an exciting feeling to be out in the woods with the deer, yet at the same time, a terrifying feeling. Was I going to fail yet another year of not bagging my buck? I was anxious as to what my family and friends would think of me. I needed to get a deer in the worst way. 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

the speaker will tell us the story of how he made the correct decision and saved the life of many people. "Traveling through the dark I found a deer

Analysis of Edmund Waller's Poem "On a Girdle" At first glance, Edmund Waller’s poem “On a Girdle” seems to suggest nothing more than praise of one woman’s fair beauty and the speaker’s love for her. After diving deeper into the text, however, it becomes apparent that the speaker does a much better job of praising himself than the woman. His love is more a lust for control and possession than a true declaration of sentiment. Waller uses extreme imagery and exaggeration to seemingly praise

life people often unexpectedly face crisis which puts to test our moral sensitivity. An analysis of the poem's "plot" the poem opens with the speaker finding a dead deer on the side of the road. Instead of swerving and avoiding the deer the speaker pulls over to move the deer off the side of the road. The speaker discovering of a dead deer is not given as a traumatic or yet an unknown experience. - "it is usually best to roll them into the canyon." The narrator sees this as a normal everyday occurrence

It was a beautiful October afternoon as I climbed to the top of my tree stand. The sun was shining, and a slight breeze was blowing from the northwest. I knew that the deer frequented the area around my stand since my step-dad had shot a nice doe two days earlier from the same stand, and signs of deer were everywhere in the area. I had been sitting for close to two hours when I decided to stand up and stretch my legs as well as smoke a cigarette.     I was nearly finished

Stephen Phillips Vision Walk 12/5/17 I found myself sitting high on a branch, in an ancient oak tree, watching rabbits playfully chase each other in the early morning sun. I am so grateful for my experience in the vision walk at the Fairfield Osborne Preserve on Sunday. I will quickly describe the great significance taking a quiet reflection day in the woods was for me, then describe the highlights of my day, and conclude with my final thoughts on the experience. I was immediately interested

It was a hot day in the middle of September. My gun fired and the deer collapsed. I remember happening like it was yesterday and will forever be apart of me. The first time I shot a deer is a life changing moment. I can still feel the adrenaline rush when I think about it. Hunting is one of the most primal things humans can do, and the feeling is unlike any other. In the afternoon at about 3 o’clock PM to be exact. Me and my dad parked the truck and headed toward the treestand at our lease. The

JAMES O'DONNELL Funny thing about camping in Yosemite for years with my family. Every time we invited a family to camp with us, they all responded while sitting around the camp fire, with the same statement. "There are no bears in Yosemite"! Some how in their own minds they seemed to think their statement would keep them away. Or they wanted reassurance from us there weren't any. We have had several encounters with them in our camp, but the Rangers have mostly contained them. Trouble is, what Yosemite

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm goes crazy early in the morning to wake me up. I let out a groan as I do a full body stretch. I slowly crawl out of my warm cozy bed and work my way into the bathroom. I flip the shower knobs on and wait 30 seconds to get in to the tub. I wet everything down before I put special no-scent shampoo into my hair. I lather up the shampoo and let it sit in my hair. While it sits in my hair I put some no-scent soap onto a wash rag and lather up my whole-body face to toe. I quickly

out from being sleep deprived, my alarm went off. Even though I was exhausted and my eyes could barely open up wide enough to put my contacts in, I was electrified to get the chance to harvest my first buck. It was the middle of November of my first deer hunting season; I was sixteen years old. The darkened walk through the foggy woods was as cold as ice. Once I found my tree stand and climbed up the slippery metal ladder, I sat down and leaned my back up against the the tree. I took my gloves off