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While movies like Bambi and pictures flying over the internet may suggest that deer are cute, loving things, the circulation of such a large ungulate in large numbers can cause problems for a community. I chose to discuss deer, how they affect daily activity in my community, and how their numbers can be reduced (as they are considered something of a nuisance). I chose to use deer as an issue because they are a large factor in daily life in my community and because they are often discussed as an issue concerning what activities are practical (for instance, until a truly immense fence was placed around my grandfather’s garden, his fruit trees could not flourish). Because deer are so populous in my community, they cause problems by increasing

In his essay, “Why I Hunt” readers have a chance to get a passionate hunter’s perceptive in what hunting is like. Rick Bass shares his story of an unplanned immigration west to the Yaak valley with his wife. He uses strong appeals to ethos to strengthen his credibility and build his argument. He describes in such details as the beauty of the nature that instantly makes him feel the connection as he arrives. Before he shared his hunting experiences he describes the forest with intense emotion by stating “The dense purples of the spruce and fir forests, the ivory crests of the ice-capped peaks, and the slender ribbons of gray thread rising from the chimneys of the few cabins nudged close to the winding river below, and we fell in love with the Yaak Valley and hard logged Kootenai National Forest” (Bass pp). Additionally, he calls the forest a “predator’s showcase” (Bass pp), informing readers that the forest shelters a variety of animals such as wolverines, bobcats, bald eagles, coyotes and so on. This is an emotional and powerful description that helps a reader imagine and paint a picture in their head of what the forest looks like. He is also justifying hunting by making this an ethical argument as well. Hunting has always been a very controversial topic. In fact, many

When the white-tailed deer show up in my backyard, it's like witnessing a direct link to an age almost forgotten. I freeze in my tracks, and I can't help but think about their unbroken chain of ancestors going back into the ancient past. These animals were here long before any settlers arrived from Europe. They were the hunted long before rifles replaced bows and arrows. They knew these lands when the waters were still clean and the air was still fresh. They knew these lands when there were no cars and no railroads. They were here before horses were brought to this continent from Europe. In their majestic silence, the deer have witnessed footpaths become trails, trails become roads, and roads become interstates. Their resilience is remarkable.

We capture, contain, and control the very wildness of these animals, we so admire them for. We decorate a large bucket of water, or a box of bars to resemble a shallow shadow of the wilderness they should be in. These animals held captive in collective groups as a means to entertain us. We are trading the wonder of nature, seen in it’s own wilderness area for animal showmanship and entertainment. Losing the remarkable sensations of hope and renewal we experience, as we stand in a wilderness land, quietly observing animals and nature in the wildly beautiful and raw lands. The absence of our own lack of realization that nature and the wild places we call the wilderness are under attack. They are in danger of being beyond repair. It overwhelms the senses, and is not to be tolerated.

There is a lot of people who do not hate May but at the same time they don’t see how innocent and vulnerable she was.

Correspondingly, beyond the grass, a pond puts forward its purpose as the substantial amount of wildlife presented depends on its spring. As each creature drinks from the water, the motion creates a wonderstruck view of ripples across the clear, blue water. Since each creature cannot sustain life without water, one could easily observe a variety of animals. Furthermore, among all the creatures including the birds, squirrels, and rabbits, I find the whitetail deer to be superior to observe. This creature offers superiority to others because of its obvious strength, independence, and beauty. The whitetail deer is an elegant creature with a tan, brown colored coat with a white undercarriage, accompanied by dark brown eyes. Likewise, the deer as

It is a breezy Monday afternoon in early October. As I read Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls as an assignment for Ms. Hindman’s class, I slowly look up from the book to check my surroundings. I look to the north, east, and west and see no activity. As I turn my head at a snail-like speed to look south I notice movement. This is it, the reason I go hunting. No, not killing just to kill; I hunt for many reasons but that is definitely not one of them. I gently kick my dad who is lying on the floor of the enclosed stand. He slowly wakes up and cautiously gets into his chair. We see two young deer in a shooting lane about 100 yards south, just at the edge of the woods. Within twenty minutes there are two more in the field. We watch them

Inspired by watching either one of either one of my parents drive from the passenger seat having trouble focusing of the road due to the brightness of the sun. Many accidents happen on the roads all over the United States because of the intense brightness of the sun blocking driver's vision while steering. Federal regulations against tinted windows make it hard to do much about the problem without facing a penalty. This invention will help drivers overcome the obstacle of driving almost blinded by the brightest star in our solar system and also help avoid tinting their windshields darker than it is legal to.

“The Deer of Providencia” is about deer being tied to a tree. 4 North Americans come and saw the deer, instead of helping, they were watching it suffer, the Native Americans move on and started to eat lunch, and watch the helpless deer struggle. This show they are very inconsiderate and thoughtless.The authors show that animals just don’t get the same right as us humans do.

The rising population of deer in the suburbs have caused many issues. They cause car accidents, and also carry very dangerous diseases, which damages vegetation and can be harmful to humans. In this analysis, I will talk about some of the problems that are associated with this. I’m also going to talk about some possible solutions, but there isn’t really any easy answers.

In Frank Waters’ fictional novel, The Man Who Killed the Deer, Martiniano struggles to find a faith after he illegally kills a deer. Neither the whites not the Indians desire because he offends both by breaking the law and now showing respect to Indian ideology. The deer continues to haunt him until he understands the role of nature and the cycle of life. The poem “I Have Killed the Deer”, written by a Taos Pueblo Indian, emphasizes the importance of equality and the mystical connection with nature. Both works highlight the unique Indian perspective of nature and its contribution to the cycle of life. Both Martiniano and the Taos Pueblo Indian use nature to provide life, Martiniano’s self-centered view on the old Indian traditions prevent

Light the Way means to lead and help other people by showing he/she how to overcome obstacles about the uncertainty.

In “Antlers”, hunting is widely practiced; however, the residents are aware of the stigma surrounding hunting, driving them to justify their actions. The narrator’s words in the following quotes demonstrate this: “ She understands everyone hunts here, men and women alike. She knows we love animals, but for one or two months out of the year, we also love to hunt them” (113, “Antlers”). Although hunting is an important aspect of life for most of the residents in the valley, because it is frowned upon, the residents experience discomfort concerning their hobby, demonstrating how although the valley is isolated, they are unable to escape society’s surveillance. The residents feel that hunting is an enjoyable pastime; however, they are aware of society’s negative attitude toward it, feeling guilty for hunting animals, ultimately trying to justify their actions to soothe their

In this article, Drehle presents the idea that the increase in animal population has become a greater danger than it has ever been before. For instance, Drehle states, “Some 200 americans die each year in more than 1.2 million vehicle collisions with wandering deer--wrecks that cause damage resulting in more than $4 billion in repair (5). This shows that coalitions with wandering animals led many americans to lose their lives in those types of accidents. Furthermore, Drehle supports this idea that animals are becoming a danger with multiple examples through this article. Attention is drawn to the idea that many americans now share their backyards and property with wild life, which was explained to us by Drehle where he explains that a resident of pittsburgh found two white tailed deer scavenging for food in her own living room (Drehle 2). This explains to us that we are now forced to share our own property with the wildlife population due to their rapid increase. According to Drehle, “When the police showed up, they found the picture window smashed, the carpet damaged, the adult deer escaped--and frightened yearling left behind” (2). This proves to us the danger that we are living with due to the cause of animal species now living among us in our own neighborhood. With this in mind, we now have to think of what could be the solution to this issue.

That dim porch light was the beacon to my very favorite place, my family’s hunting camp, where I would begin and end nearly every day of my childhood. Before the crack of dawn I would wait for the confirmation of light and my pawpaw to yell “come on over Haley, ain’t no coyote gonna get you with me standing here,” and then I would sprint to the camp steps, surveying the concrete path for snakes, listening closely for the howl of hungry coyotes, anticipating the buttery biscuits waiting for me inside. The front porch wrapped around the camp like a ring on your ringer. It was where all the club members congregated, fighting over the hanging cedar swing my great- grandfather built, frying deer blackstrap, frog legs, and catfish, or sharing a pot of freshly brewed community coffee and forgetting an empty coffee kettle on the burner. The camp always sat high on its pedestal of bricks, glowing with the warm sparks of the fire in the old, wood- burning iron stove, brimming with the excitement of a cool, fall day, welcoming hunters of what’s to come. The outer brown walls of the camp were plastered with deer antlers; some antlers had wide spreads, while others had tall, skinny mounts with holes where squirrels or