Moose

Hunting is often portrayed purely as a form of sport or the quest for a big trophy. But what most people do not acknowledge is that it does much more for the human population in general. Hunting provides us with the resources that allow us to live comfortably. Not only does it do this, but it provides health to our environment as well as our economy. Hunting large game plays a vital role in the protection of our people, our resources, and the animals themselves. To begin, the killing of large…

The two poems "Traveling through the Dark" and "The Woodchucks" both have a relation to animals, and they each had to do something to put them away for a reason. The two poems also have differences they differ by the friendliness , the way the animals were handled, and the forms of the poem. The poem "Traveling through the dark" is this friendly person who actually stops along the highway road to check on this hit deer to see if it was still alive.The speaker in this poem is caring to the deer…

In the poem, “Traveling Through the dark”, by William E. Stanford, the speaker makes the decision to throw the deer he found into the canyon rather than leave him there, and I reason that this was a good decision. First, after he found the deer, in the first stanza, he said, “That road is narrow: to swerve might make more dead.” I think just from reading this line we can conclude that if he were to make the decision of leaving the there, more people could go by on the road and not see it, thus…

When skinning a deer, you can do it yourself or take it to a butcher. Getting prepared: You will need a tree branch, metal frame or even a tractor to lift the deer up for skinning. You will also need: Strong Ropes Clean Water Securely tie the rope under the deer's head. Achilles tendons can be used to hang the deer. It is much easier to remove the intestines, stomach and other organs when the deer is hanging. Furthermore, the bladder is comfortable making skinning easier. Remove Organs The…

I took another trip to Pao Hall of Visual and Performing Arts to see the Senior Exhibit. I was quite impressed by the artworks that were displayed in the Patti and Rusty Rueff Gallery. As I walked around the West Gallery, there was an artwork that I kept going back to. I reckoned it was a sign. An art student named Congdi Wang used a single instrument, a ballpoint pen specifically, to draw Deer in Forest (Figure 1). Compared to my inept and appalling ability to draw or doodle anything noteworthy…

Big Buck Ranch Dean's first Deer Dean has just turned 12 and his dad had promised him that once he turned twelve years old he could go hunting for his first deer. So that day they went out on their property and scouted for deer. When they went scouting they spotted a big buck and his dad said, “That’s the one we’re going to get tomorrow.” The next morning Dean and his dad woke up early in the morning and got all their hunting gear around and made their way into the woods. When they finally…

It was Sunday, October 10th and it was a beautiful afternoon to go hunting. The sun was shining and colorful leaves were falling to the ground as the trees swayed back and forth. My dad and I walked to my grandpa's hunting stand that was in the center of the hay field. We got settled in and watched for deer. The sun was starting to set when I heard leaves crunching behind us. A few minutes later some deer walked out of the woods. They moved closer to the hunting stand and started grazing on the…

In chapter 16 on page 141, Brian was walking and he found a moose. He described the moose as a cow with horns. He was shocked at the fact that he saw a moose. He felt like he was in danger. The moose began attacking Brian.Brian went to sleep and he woke up to a noise. He said that it was a low sound that came from the wind. He felt wind hit his shelter. He felt and heard the rain and thunder. He has heard this many times in the past 47 days but it has never been like this. His ribs were in a lot…

As I am crawling through the cornfield stubble on a cold December evening, with my bow clenched tightly in my right fist, I become more aware of the hard dirt stabbing into my knees as I inch my way towards the grove. My hands are white from the numbing wind; the gusts pricking my face that sends a cold chill down my spine. As I lose the feeling of my face and my eyes begin to water, I only have one thing in mind, venison. I arrive to the grove, and make shelter behind a large oak. I scan the…

WOOF. THUMP. Silence. Those are the sounds you hear when you are driving down the road, going 20 miles over the speed limit, and you hit a family dog that was simply crossing the street. You wouldn’t just leave it there, would you? Nobody would. If it were a deer, would your decision be different? In the poem “Traveling Through The Dark” by William Stafford, the speaker has this hard decision to make. Does he save the deer, or kill it off? The speaker’s actions in the poem may appear humane at…