Essay on The Thrill Of The Hunt

706 Words Sep 23rd, 2015 3 Pages
It was a chilly, wind gusting day. Sitting in the dark waiting for the thrill of a life time. I can hear something crunching the leaves, walking down the steep hillside. All I can think about is the deer that may be coming down towards me. That was the moment before my big buck, and it was special to me because of my family tradition, the thrill of the hunt, and the reward I was about to take.

November is my favorite month because It when my family 's tradition takes place. It is when deer season starts bow and rifle season. It takes much planning and patience. I hunt near Lamar, Mo, with last year was my best year by far. During bow season I took a doe, then in rifle season I took a brute 250 pound beast of a deer. My family has been hunting in the same location for over 25 years. It use to be around 15-20 family members hunting in the same location, but it has reduced to just my uncle, dad, and I. Every year we head up there a week early to sight in our guns, and make last minute adjustments on our tree stands. Then that next weekend is when things get serious. We live in a cabin that has no electricity, no heat, or a/c, and no running water. When you kill a deer there is a tradition of you must track it, skin it, and package it. Then if your 18 years or older you take a shot of southern comfort. As it goes down your throats it feels like a 100 degree summer day in your throught. To heat up the cabin we have to use a wood

stove which gives this amazing aroma of smoky…

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