My First Deer Hunting Trip Essay

815 Words Nov 1st, 2016 4 Pages
As a 10 year old boy, who is still new to the world, there were some things I knew I wouldn’t understand until I was much older. These things included politics, global warming, taxes, jobs, calculous, and budgeting. On my first deer hunting trip however, as I had a deer in my sights, I began to understand life. The very essence of it became so valuable to me. Ever since that day, I treasure it more than anything else.

To a 10 year old boy, hunting was equally exciting as it was scary. Although the morning weather was bitter cold, and my bed was warm and comforting, I eagerly got out bed and dressed myself for the big day with my grandfather. On the ride to our deer camp, my grandfather told me about how he was raised when he was little, and that I should never waste what I kill because to do so would mean that the death was in vain. I didn’t pay too much attention to him at the time. I was too focused on killing the largest Buck in the woods, and I couldn’t wait to brag about it to all my friends. That sense of confidence changed when I got into the deer stand however. Sitting in a deer stand quietly can make a person think. There are no outside distractions, so it’s just you and your thoughts. As I sat patiently in the bitter cold winter weather of north Mississippi, I began to notice things around me. I saw raccoons moving about, squirrels scuttering around hurriedly trying to stock up as much food as possible, and birds flying from tree to tree almost as if they…

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