Sitting in the frigid wind, I looked at the nearly dead grass swaying side to side. The sun is beginning to rise and warm my numb body. Checking the clock on my phone, the feeder spins out an abundance of deer corn. A flock of birds rush over to eat the food before any other creature can. Intrigued, I watch as the tiny birds peck at the corn and wonder how they do not choke on such an impenetrable piece of food. As they peck as one piece at a time, they suddenly jump. A small doe pokes her head out of the cover of trees. Slowly and cautiously, the creature makes her way to the pile of deer corn. If I make a slight movement or sound, she could spot me and chase the rest away, ruining my hunt. After a few minutes, a few more step out into sight.
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Afraid I missed my chance at the trophy buck, I glance around the field. Only a few doe scatter around the feeder. I wait and wait until finally I spot a buck inside the woods. All the doe turn and stare as the trophy walks in. Standing tall, he walks in with confidence. As I see him, my heart begins to race because I know he is the one. I slowly move to pick up my rifle. Quietly, I attempt to load the gun without making a sound. As I hold the rifle up and aim at the buck, my heart feels like it is going to burst out of my chest. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in...BOOM! I watch as all the deer jump startled and confused. All wildlife disappears; I'm left wondering if I shot the buck well enough that it is lying dead along the tree line. I text my dad to tell him I got one and wait for about thirty minutes to ensure the buck is dead. As my dad pulls up in an ATV, I climb out of the tree stand. Walking around, looking for the trophy, I begin to once again become lost in my thoughts. I reminisce on the time my English teacher taught me about descriptive writing. She explained the usage of imagery through diction, metaphors, and personification. As I wander through the woods, I begin to create a descriptive essay in my head of all the nature I see. I imagine all the descriptive diction I would use just to describe the way the wind blew the leaves off the trees, or how the dewy grass glistened in the sunlight. Maybe I could look even deeper into nature and possibly see the itty bitty intermolecular forces that kept a spiderweb intact. Brought back into reality, I spot brown fur laying on the ground. I run over and sure enough, it's my trophy buck. Hunting, while great for bragging rights and showing off skills, allows me to dive deeper into nature and understand the meaning of
Afraid I missed my chance at the trophy buck, I glance around the field. Only a few doe scatter around the feeder. I wait and wait until finally I spot a buck inside the woods. All the doe turn and stare as the trophy walks in. Standing tall, he walks in with confidence. As I see him, my heart begins to race because I know he is the one. I slowly move to pick up my rifle. Quietly, I attempt to load the gun without making a sound. As I hold the rifle up and aim at the buck, my heart feels like it is going to burst out of my chest. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in...BOOM! I watch as all the deer jump startled and confused. All wildlife disappears; I'm left wondering if I shot the buck well enough that it is lying dead along the tree line. I text my dad to tell him I got one and wait for about thirty minutes to ensure the buck is dead. As my dad pulls up in an ATV, I climb out of the tree stand. Walking around, looking for the trophy, I begin to once again become lost in my thoughts. I reminisce on the time my English teacher taught me about descriptive writing. She explained the usage of imagery through diction, metaphors, and personification. As I wander through the woods, I begin to create a descriptive essay in my head of all the nature I see. I imagine all the descriptive diction I would use just to describe the way the wind blew the leaves off the trees, or how the dewy grass glistened in the sunlight. Maybe I could look even deeper into nature and possibly see the itty bitty intermolecular forces that kept a spiderweb intact. Brought back into reality, I spot brown fur laying on the ground. I run over and sure enough, it's my trophy buck. Hunting, while great for bragging rights and showing off skills, allows me to dive deeper into nature and understand the meaning of