Personal Narrative: My Fear Of Hunting

So here's how it all started I was on a boat going to go hunt for game. Until the captain pointed out ship trap island in the distance. I heard 3 gun shots and ran to the rail to see what happened I dropped my pipe and tried to catch it but instead i plunged into the water. I swam with all my might to get to shore because the the water was freezing cold so i swam towards the shots because it meant shelter in my head then i fell asleep.I woke up and went to find some food I saw the remains of a dead animal and a rifle cartridge and some foot prints.

Just a typical evening driving home from work, tired from such a long day. Lis-tening to the music just trying to stay awake. All of a sudden something runs out in front of you, and without any hesitation you slam on your brakes. Next thing you know, there is a deer, that u just about hit, standing inches in front of your car. Just a typical deer running like they always do, when it gets close to dark.

The next Monday coach gave us practice off so I headed home again. That night I went over to my brother's house and borrowed his shotgun because it had a fully rifled barrel with a scope. This gun was much better than mine. While I was there we talked about where he had shot his deer and where he had saw other deer. I headed home that night with little hope that I would actually get a deer at all. It was really cold when I got up the next morning. I headed out to a spot near where my brother shot his deer. As I walked out the snow covered ground crunched under my feet. I got set up in my spot and settled down for the wait. I was sitting there for about forty five minutes when I heard a noise.

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.

This Weekend I went turkey hunting by the white river. It was supposed to be the ultimate weekend Turkey hunting in the morning and trout fishing in the afternoon. I honestly thought what could go wrong. The first morning we went out to hunt it started out slow which is unbelievable because we were chasing the turkeys. We got out about a mile into the woods and got our calls out. I start calling and don't even get to the second scrape when “GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!” I hear loud and clear i signal my uncle over to tell him we need to set up and we did.

My grandpa and I start up to our new hunting spot hoping for a successful evening. I'm beginning to feel the pressure of not getting a deer. We get to our new hunting spot and set up and get ready for the evening. About a half hour into the hunt I hear a noise from the brush in front of us. My grandpa and I focus on the spot where we heard the noise and out comes two deer. I start to feel nervous and get really anxious. My grandpa pats me on the shoulder and tells me “it will be ok just take your time and aim right behind the shoulder.” I decided to let them come closer before I make the decision whether I will shoot one of them or not. About five minutes later they get within fifty yards of our hunting blind and I decide to take aim on the biggest deer in the group. I looked through the scope and got focused in on the deer and then pulled the trigger. The gun went off and my grandpa and I both looked up as fast as we can to see whether I hit the deer or not. As we looked up I saw the deer laying there my eyes lit up with joy and excitement. I yelled for my grandpa and he gave me a big hug and we both felt the pressure of not getting a deer being lifted off of our shoulders. But now that the deer is dead the hard work starts. We walk up to the deer to make sure it's completely dead and it was. We get out our knives and start to gut the deer so that he will not sit and rot. Once we

Leaves have all transformed to different colors, pumpkins are being hunted down, and the smell of Fall is brewing. October is here. It is not the costumes, carvings, or delicious caramel corn that gets me all hyped up, it is the opening day of duck season. Duck hunting is one of my most cherished times to spend with my dad, grandpa, and younger sister. I started tagging along with my dad at about three years old. At that age, rather than handling a gun, I handle some crayons and a coloring book in the back of the blind. Five years later I was able to start shooting on my own and still continue to.

Well I recentered my sight taped it back on, happy I was, gun loaded sight tape on. I got in my stand which was a leaned over tree. Seddled in. After daylight saw a deer coming toward me I got ready. It was a legal buck, I waited till it got about 20 yards, it stopped I centered my taped on sight on its shoulder and pulled the trigger. When the smoke cleared my buck was on the

It all started one beautiful evening that seemed like just another hunt. I had basketball practice that evening but it up getting canceled for some odd reason practice never got canceled on Sundays but this Sunday was different. Deer hunting earlier in my life wasn't that special to me because of the early failure i encountered. When i was younger i missed four deer in a small time frame and eventually i gave up because all my confidence disappeared. For years my father would ask me “You gonna come with me this year?” I would sigh and tell him because all the confidence was drained from me. Well the same question came back around and i thought about it and i eventually thought about it and i decided to get back into it. I started shooting my

After that we sat in silence for about 20 minutes until the cold began to nip at my feet and the tips of my fingers which made me very restless but I tried to do my best so I would not scare away the deer. When we hit the 60 minute mark I was bored out of my mind, I thought I would go crazy, but suddenly my Father grabbed my coat and pointed out Words the west side of the field that we were watching. I

Out of nowhere, blood began oozing from the side of the deer’s body. Alarmed by the sound and the impact of the bullet, the deer attempted to take off, only to find that it would not be able to run for very long. The deer proceeded to take a few more weak steps, before its legs were unable to hold it up very longer and its body collapsed to the ground. It soon ran out of breath and stopped moving completely. I realized what happened and I froze. Feeling numb, mind blank, I had no idea how to react. My uncle held a grin of pride on his face as he carried the deer back to the four-wheeler, but I could not comprehend his happiness. The eyes were still glossy and the tongue remained hanging out of the deer’s mouth, now dripping in blood.

I woke up around 6:30 in the morning and I realized I had not eaten in days and I was starving. So I went out and started looking for something to eat, but I couldn’t find anything, then out of the corner of my eye I saw a rabbit so I jumped for But unfortunately I missed and the rabbit hopped away. So I went back to the camp, and I sat there and I was thinking how was I going to catch any animals then it hit me.I started out in the woods looking of a curved stick and eventually after looking for one for about twenty minutes I found one I tried to break it but it was to hard so it was a good stick. So I started walking back to camp when I got there I took one of my shoelaces and tied it to the stick the shoelace was nice and sturdy so I knew this was going to be a good bow.

It was about 13 degrees out and the sun had just started to peek over the mountains behind our house. It was a magnificent morning. It was one of those crisp, cold mornings with no wind and I could hear for miles and miles. I remember hearing my neighbor’s dog, Orvis, barking two miles away. I kept walking for about a quarter mile until I came upon a field that was always a hot 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.

We crawled out of the woods and got in the truck to go back to camp. The road that we hunt on is a single lane road that is about four miles long with a deep ditch on the north side, and a very shallow ditch on the south side. The woods is at most 20 feet from either side of the road, so you are pretty immersed in wilderness. As we were driving back to camp my uncle was scanning the woods as we drove and he saw a deer in the woods. He drove by and stopped so we didn’t spook the deer. Something I didn’t know that you were supposed to do until that point. We quietly get out of the vehicle out and I grabbed my gun. I couldn’t freehand shoot because I wasn’t strong enough to hold the shoot the

I had been sitting in the tree stand for close to two hours only hearing the leaves below me blow in the harsh wind. I knew that deer frequented the area around my stand since my dad had shot deer in this same stand for several years before I took his spot. I got up to stretch and to also see if I had frozen to the tree stand; as I was stretching I heard the sound of breaking sticks behind me. I leaned over the right side of my tree stand to check if it was a squirrel scampering from one tree to another. My eyes scanned to see exactly where the sounds