Deer Hunting Essay

Killing a Ten Point Buck The deer season last fall was my most successful season ever. I have been deer hunting since I was fourteen. Each year I have shot at least one deer, but none were that special because they were all does. This year because I was going to college and wrestling I didn't think I would have a chance to get the big buck. The firearm deer season started on Friday, November 15 1996. This was terrible for me because I had to weigh in at two o'clock for a wrestling meet at

raised my gun as the doe and two bucks came over the hill. I’m on the edge of my lawn chair. I see my breath slowly rise, and my heart was racing as I might actually shoot my first deer. It’s a cold and windy Friday in December and I’m out of school early to try and fill a tag for shotgun deer. My dad and I are in our deer blind down in a shallow valley and my uncle is on top of the hill. We have been sitting in the cold for 2-3 hours. My feet are getting cold, my feet warmers are barely working.

This was my first deer season. I had gone hunting before, but this was deer hunting. I had to change everything about my tactics. Instead of sitting on the ground behind a bush like I had done before turkey hunting, this time I would be sitting in a tree. I was high up in the tree. I knew that if I were to drop anything out of this stand it would be a pain for me to retrieve it. I got into the stand far before the light of the sun could warm the freshly snowed on grass. I could see my breath in

Harkema1 The Stump Deer It was a chilly night before the last day of deer hunting season. At just the age of fifteen, I was in my house cleaning my cheap twenty gauge from Walmart. Using, a white grubby sock that had a long dark old shoe lace tied around it. I would insert my shoelace through the top of the barrel and slowly pull my sock through, till I saw it hanging a little into the ejection port to remove gun powder within the gun.As I was cleaning I kept thinking to myself how exciting

The Stump Deer It was a chilly night before the last day of deer hunting season. At just the age of fifteen, I was in my house cleaning my cheap twenty gauge from Walmart. Using, a white grubby sock that had a long dark old shoe lace tied around it. I would insert my shoelace through the top of the barrel and slowly pull my sock through, till I saw it hanging a little into the ejection port to remove debris within the gun.As I was cleaning I kept thinking to myself how exciting this was going

social media, and the so called “concrete jungle.” A time where all my worries drift away, and I am engulfed in peace and happiness. The time of year was the start of hunting season in October. My father and brothers travel up to our hunting property in Monticello several times a year to deer hunt. There is just something about hunting that makes me crave the experience more and more. It is not just about killing the animal, it is more about spending quality time with family and realizing the beautiful

crisp December morning as I woke up at 5:00am and prepared to go deer hunting. The sun had still not peeked over the horizon, and the snow continued to fall as my dad, brother and I started the drive to Chaseburg, Wisconsin. My uncle David that is not from around here is also meeting us down at our hunting land. As we drove on the back roads we were seeing deer in the fields, which was a really good sign. When we arrived at our hunting land it was still dark out, and was pretty cold out. As we were

It is 5:30am on opening morning of deer hunting season and my alarm explodes into a racket that would wake an army. I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I only slept six hours last night because my family and I were preparing for the hunt, getting the guns ready, laying out a clothes-man, everything. As I throw some pants on, the smell of fresh pancakes wakes me up. It is at this time I realize the season is upon us. Since January I have been waiting for this day to come, today begins

innocent. Yet year after year my dad would pester me about going deer hunting with him and my brother. My dad had grown up hunting and he had high expectations that his children would do the same. My brother, only two years older than me, followed in his footsteps and has always brought home enough food to feed our family. They always went hunting during the fall, which was only bow season. If they had no luck in bringing home a deer during that season then they would continue to hunt during the winter

Squirrel hunting has long been an American tradition and a tradition that many hunters grew up with. Squirrel hunting has just the right amount of action to keep a young hunter interested and more often than not that young hunter will choose to pursue other game eventually. Squirrels are getting a break from hunters as more and more people are hunting deer and turkey or unfortunately not at all. I remember when opening day of squirrel season was almost like Christmas. I couldn't wait to walk the