5. Hunting

Fall

I like fall. I enjoy hunting in the fall. In the fall, you get to be with your friends while hunting.

When I was about 5 or 6, I would go hunting with my grandfather. I couldn’t hunt because I didn’t have my hunting license when I was that age. I would follow him when he went hunting. I went out hunting with him one day, it was really cold. We walked for about a half an hour before we sat down on a stone wall, the spot were my grandfather usually hunted.

looking everywhere
hunting for the criminal
I'm bounty huntin'

Dearest Uncle
By Alicia Waite

Dearest Uncle and good friend,
Hunting season is approaching,
I’m dreading it the most
Usually this time of year brings happiness, excitement and joy,
Yet this year where excitement once was comes sadness and pain,
Because we know you won’t be here to share in this time,
We all put on a good face,

Hunting

By Christian Thompson
Rochester High School, Grade 9

My dad and I had been hunting all day and we were in our last spot until we called it quits. We had been sitting there for about a half an hour and my dad whispered “five more minutes and we’ll get out of here.”

Hunting
Walking on the forest floor
Making my way through the forest
Holding on to my rifle
Heart beating
Mind racing
All is silent
All is calm
MOVEMENT!!!
A Deer runs by!!
Reaching for my gun
Ready
Aim
FIRE!!!
One more kill
Make my way home
To enjoy a tasty meal.

Deer Hunting Gone wrong: When Guns Attack

I was in the emergency room. I kept shaking and I couldn’t stop crying. I was so nervous; my heart was beating so fast I felt like I was going to pass out. Hang on, let’s start from the beginning — youth hunting weekend 2006, I was hunting with Dad and my sister when something terrible happened.

It was 4:30 a.m. and I was just waking up to head out into the woods. My dad, sister Jackie, and I went out with flash lights and guns in hand. I had been waiting for this day all year, especially after seeing a nice 8-point buck on a motion detector camera in the area where we were hunting. A few hours passed, and we saw our first deer. The deer was moving so I followed it with my gun, then it decided to stop behind a tree. I had a choice here, the head or the hind leg. I chose the leg and missed.

I believe that hunting is an important part of our society. It has been a popular action throughout all of our history, originally for our survival, and then just for fun in our later years. I believe that if we were to lose hunting we would lose part of our heritage and history.

I don’t have my hunting license but I don’t have anything against it because it helps control animal population from over-expanding. I don’t have my license but I have my orange card which means I passed the hunters education. I went to a camp thinking I would be able to mess around with some guns but I came back being able to legally hunt.

Every year on the second day in November, my dad and I go hunting. We get up before dawn and drive thirty miles to my Grandma’s house. This is where all of my uncles gather to have grandma make us a huge, delicious meal, consisting of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and sausage. After we have eaten, we say goodbye to my mom, grandma, sister, and aunts.

Hunting

By Justin Joseph Iovanni
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

I awake early in the morning.
Still my friend sleeping and snoring.
Porridge for breakfast,
Let’s eat quick.
Until the final lick.
Throw on my boots, grab my gun.
Now its time these animals are done!
The cool damp air darkens this place.
I’ve got a scent we’ve made a trace.

Turkey Hunting

By Dylan Pratt
Rochester School, Grade 9

It was a Saturday morning at 4:45 a.m. on youth weekend. My hunting partner, Artey, and I were getting ready to go turkey hunting. We drove to Tunbridge and parked at the end of a back road. I put on my coat and loaded up my 12-gauge shotgun.

Cody Brouillard
Hunting Prompt

He was a great hunter,
He hunted with me too,
If you asked him for a deer,
He would seek one for you.
He was and always will be,
A very special man to me.
Everyone could understand
how he went to heaven,
Holding my aunt’s hand.
But when the day came
When he passed on
Everyone was sad that he had gone.
He helped me get a deer, even two.
He will hunt with me

Cruel Unjust way of fun?
culture?
for food?
it puts dinner on the table for some
while
for others it's a simple game of fun
also for some it's a cultural heritage

A misty morning
he could hardly see his feet from the dense fog
condensation drips from leaves
quietly walking not to scare away his game
all of a sudden
BAM
a bullet strikes the deer

Winter Roads
Swish. Swooping, spinning snowflakes.
Out of the black night
Falling endlessly to frozen winter roads below.
The snowflakes were tiny skydivers.
Gently settling on winter trees

Snow glistens like diamonds
on untracked winter roads.
A canopy of fog and chimney smoke hovers.
All is quiet, the roads listen with hidden ears
eyes watching silent winter roads.

Escape

By Rachel Buhler
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

The leaves rustle
and the deer takes note
Looking all around
To see
Who’s near.
A trigger is pulled
And a shot is fired
But the deer
Ran.
Away.
And survived a terrible fate
Escaped.

This is the jungle and I'm hunting for the most deadly prey
I've spotted one in a clearing nearby, I assume a waiting position
I'm all ready to strike when I hear a distant shout
The jungle fades into my backyard and I see my mother
I turn back to see my prey has been startled away
A day in the imaginary jungle of my backyard
Unfortunately I wasn't able to catch the beautiful butterfly

I’m encased in my farthingale
The modern-day corset
Of what society demands
At the first onset
Of any hint of adulthood
Possibility yet
Of anything I might offer
What good I may beget.
Of the fibers of growing up
I weave my own cocoon
To shield me from the very things
That I’ll be joining soon
What can I offer? I look and try

Gunshot

By Rebecca Valley
St. Albans Town Educational Center, Grade 8

Soft brown,
Warm,
Doe-eyes,
Light,
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

Hunting

They Are Nothing but a Myth

Hello, my name is Symphonie, and I want to share a little story with you. A TRUE STORY! Ok, here it goes. Once apon a spooky time, there was a 15 year old girl named Alexa, she was so smart. One day in school Alexa’s teacher, Ms.Kidscratcher, was telling a ghost story because it was Halloween.