Essay about The On The Ground Was Shaking
In Alberta, mid-spring was the perfect time to refine our hunting skills for the buffalo. The buffalo usually moved into plains where new spring grasses provided forage. Often my band wouldn’t follow due to a fear of snow storms, so instead we would get our means of surviving from deer and dry food. Hunting for the deer gave us great practice; they’re smaller targets, and nippy runners.
My daughter, Nuttah, and I found this great area of land where the deer would often roam. We had been practicing here periodically for a couple weeks, but the deer still hadn’t learned to venture off somewhere new. The area was heavily concentrated with tall, thick, dark, deciduous trees which allowed us to hide easily from just a short distance away.
“Nuttah, the most important thing about hunting deer is that you don’t make any hesitations. If you hesitate for even a split second, the deer is out of your sight,” I told her.
“I know father, I learned from last time. I promise I won’t let another one slip by,”…