hunting

The first time I went hunting was about three years ago. I went out into the woods and went into a little shack. First three deer came out and went to the middle of the field and ate apples. Five minutes later five more came out and ate with the other ones. I watched them as they kept standing there they kept looking in the woods like something was going to come running out of it. Ten minutes later about eight deer came running out of the woods. I waited a little bit longer to get a good shot off and it worked, a big buck came walking to me and turned sideways. I had an ok shot because he wasn’t totally turned. I shot and it skimmed the belly of the deer and all sixteen of them went running back into the woods and my day of hunting was over.

Paintball

John Reynolds - Grade 6 - Charlotte Central

"In the zone!" That's what I'd call it,
Crouching down, trying not to get hit.
Behind some boards, being drummed with fire,
Hanging in, with a game-winning desire.
I fire some shots, and then check my ammo,
Trying to stay hidden in my head-to-toe camo.

I dash to the nearest hiding place,
Into the trees without leaving a trace.
As I watch my teammates getting shot,
I hide myself, being hard to spot.
I stand up and aim my gun,
I see the paintball that's soon to come,
Then, SPLAT! The game is done...

H unting is a hobby that I love
U nder the green trees and dazzling blue sky
N ever bored, looking everywhere
T iny chipmunks, so fun to watch
I see a deer! I'm so excited!
N ice and quiet
G oing hunting is the best.

When the leaves turn, and start to fall and the frost graces the ground on early Sunday mornings, my mother and I head up to the bard to get the horses ready. Once we have everything packed up we put the horses in the trailer and drive up into the hills of Vermont to partake in the century old tradition of Fox hunting. When we arrive numerous trailers are parked in rows like sweet corn before its cut. Off in the distance the sound of hounds grace my ears to be met with the site of the hound truck pulling into the field. When all is ready and the hunt master is aboard we thunder off, down the field and disappear into the woods guided only by the sound of howling in front of us. Through mud and up steep slippery slopes, our horses trudge on. Though the scenes are beautiful from the tops of remote hills, high above the valley, there is little time to gaze, for before you know it you’re galloping down the other side, back onto the muddy trails following the one in front of you.

Youth Weekend

Having to wake up at five in the morning
Under a canopy of trees.
Not knowing when a deer will come
Talking on the radio
I thought I heard something
Nervous and anxious
Getting ready for a deer to come

HUNTING

My dad and I were going to go hunting for deer. My dad was using a 7mm so was I . My dad and I went in the woods and went in the tree house we looked and looked for deer but we couldn`t find one so we went to another spot in Montgomery we walked in the woods and I saw 2 deer. One of them was an 8- pointer and the other one was a doe I was waiting for the buck to get it did so my dad said,“ Shot it “.
So I aimed at it I put my finger on the trigger and SHOT! I GOT IT
My dad said,“good job”
We dragged the buck and put it in the back of
the truck and went back home. The next day we had
deer.

Hunting is my favorit sport to do, to bad it only comes once a year. I try to hunt as much as possibal so I can take a brake from my anoying sisters. I hunt with three people in my family. The one I mostly hunt with is my Dad, second is my grampa, last is my uncel. These are the places where I like to hunt at, The back of my house, Mishigan, Pitssfild, and the back of my uncels house. I mostly hunt every day except the last day because I'm afraid that somone stupid might shoot at us because its the last day and people really want a buck.

By Ryan Eastman

The cold, crisp air chills my body walking through the woods. Even with my hat and coat I feel the piercing air bite at my side. I lift my head up to see a deer cautiously nibbling leaves at the ground. I sight through the fog; then shoot. My heart starts pounding and thoughts of how it must feel to be that innocent deer fill my head. The deer collapses along with my heart. I look down not knowing whether to be sad or excited. I get up and run towards the helpless animal lying there dead on the forest’s floor. I lift its head up and whisper “sorry”, thinking that maybe it would wipe away my guilt. But then, I think wouldn’t the deer do the same? Kill something to help provide a meal for its family.

Have you ever gone for a drive near the woods and then all the sudden you see another driveway leading to a house? I see it all the time and I want that to change. I don’t think people should be able to just barge into these animals’ habitats and build themselves a house, urban sprawl should be controlled. I would much rather go out on a road near the woods, and see woods and animals without the driveways. If people continue to build their houses on beautiful woody environments eventually all there will be is houses, houses, and more houses.

The 08 bow season in vermont was an excsipcially long for me I hunted every night from the 4th of october to the 16th when i shot the only deer i saw. It was a cold wet night after a storm and i got out of school and headed for the woods and i got to my stand at 3:55 and at 4:00pm 3 doe come headin up the mountain and the biggest came in and gave me a 23 yard broadside shoot after the shot she ran only 40 yards and exsiperd she weighed 120 lbs.

There was house on a hill

it is hunted by a old lady

it still huntes to day

I love
the smell
of gunpowder

I don't
know why

Everytime
I smell it

I think
of camping

or waking up
in the morning
to bacon
and beans
and the sound
of someone firing
a musket

and realizing
that you're in
the middle of
the woods
during fall

practicing
your aim

Your father
or uncle
or brother
has brought
you out to go
hunting

and you know
you're not ready
to kill
anything
You never
will be

But you go

Sitting on
stumps of trees
gun ready for
action

You know
you'll never
shoot it
at an animal

And still
you go

The experience
is thrilling
it's so much fun
just to be out
on a four wheeler
cruising around
the trails

Just being
out there

Smelling winter
reaching towards
you
knowing frost
will soon be around

being able
to smell seasons
change

That's awesome

And know this:

there's nothing
no substitute
for growing up
a tomboy
in Vermont

Boom! Wow! That scared me. Before he shot it was running through the field. Bang! My dad fired, but missed. He fired again, only this time he hit it. It was still alive, so bang he fired again. Yes, he got it! He got a deer. Man, I was so scared when he shot the first time, that I shook the camera that I was using to tape it.

Soft brown,
Warm,
Doe-eyes,
Soft,
Steady.
It nibbles
At the browning grass,
Calm.
It eats,
Alone,
It lives.
And then

A crack
Of branch
That snaps ahead.
Eyes wide,
It looks about,
Searching,
Red and orange
Blending,
Hiding him.
But then

A rustle.
Branches shake.
Silence.
Finally

A piercing shot
And it falls,
Eyes glassy,
The warm light
Gone.
It lands,