Descriptive Essay On Deer Hunting

Deer hunting with my dad always brings joy to my life. He has taught me everything I know about shooting a gun, and being able to patiently wait for the animal. My dad is a great teacher and super supportive if I miss a shot. Instead of getting enraged, he encourages me try again. Deer hunting is one of the many events my dad and I can do to bond, and strengthen our father and daughter relationship. As I walk to the deer stand, I can hear the rustling of the grass behind me as it pops back up after we walk on the grass. I am always paranoid thinking it could be a coyote chasing me, and preparing to bite at my heels. I have always had that fear since my grandpa told me coyotes will run after you through the woods. My dad walks in front of me, so I grasp the glimmering flashlight tightly. The ray of light from the flashlight casts a luminescent glow on the ground, allowing us to keep a watchful eye on where we are stepping. As we walk, I feel the crunch of breaking thin ice, and the stickiness of the mud under my feet. I smell the crisp, clean aroma of the morning air. We weave our way through the woods trying to avoid puddles of unfrozen water, and logs that are in the way of the trails we have made. Finally, I spot the …show more content…
All around me is darkness and the silhouettes of nature. My eyes start to play tricks on me in the dark, and I visualize the trees as a deer standing in place. The wind is whistling around me and is making my cheeks turn red. I zip my jacket up as quietly as possible to keep warm. I hear the grass and leaves moving all around the stand, I hope it is from the wind. I know that if any other animal besides a deer is down below, that I am safe where I am. The creek running to the right of the stand casts a peaceful sound that could eventually cause me to fall asleep. I can hear roosters crowing and dogs howling coming from my grandpa’s farm in the distance behind