The Hunt Essay Research Paper The HuntThis

The Hunt Essay, Research Paper The Hunt This was it, this is the time my friends and I were waiting for all week. We were finally going to embark on our weekend of deer hunting. We left Kearney on a Friday afternoon in the late Fall. We were to drive to my hometown of Lawrence and stay with my parents who agreed to have my friends and I for a weakend hunt. We could feel the excitement and anticipation as I picked up Jesse, Scott, and Jason for the hunt. In the process of driving out of Kearney we weren?t even fretting about the two hour drive ahead of us. We just wanted to get to my parents? house and prepare for the hunt. Good friends, good family, and good luck made the hunt something I will remember for the rest of my life. When we arrived at home out on the farm, we were

barely even aware that the time had gone by so fast. We had spent the whole time talking about past hunts, planning this hunt, and bragging about who was going to get the biggest buck. As we pulled into my childhood home, I was pointing out the buildings on the farm and telling the guys what they were used for. After introductions were finished, we went inside. We were all awestruck by the sweet aroma of a fresh cooked meal. Mom had prepared us many different salads, bread, steaks, and potatoes. Supper was spent eating and talking about where we were all from and how we all met. When we finished supper I remember something Jesse told my mom, ?Mrs. Buescher, if I ever get rich, I am going to hire you to just cook meals for me.? After this comment I remember everybody laughing at

Jesse for ?kissing butt.? Later that night before bed Jesse told us that he complimented my Mom on her cooking because he wanted to eat more good meals on his weekend trip. As I was about to fall asleep that night I remember thinking that we had better have a good hunt, because that is what I promised the guys The next morning seems as if it happened yesterday. Nobody even needed alarm clocks to wake up, we were all ready to go before they even went off. The first thing we did that morning was take a look outside to see what the weather was doing. We were all very happy to see about two inches of snow on the ground, making it easier to track where the deer had been the night before. After finishing breakfast, we all geared up for the hunt. We all jumped in the pick ups, and rode

off in the pre-dawn of a chilly Fall day. Arriving at our first location it was still dark outside, so we decided to have a quick cup of coffee and get in position for the hunt. Everybody?s breath was white against the frozen Autumn sky. It would be easy to see deer tracks in the fresh snow, so we got in position for the hunt. We planned to have my Father and I circle around to the South of the wooded creekbed and push it to the North. It was my three friends? job to ?post,? which is defined in Field and Stream as ?placing hunters where the prey is believed to exit the hunting area.? When Dad and I started through the old creek bed, I saw immediate signs of deer. There were fresh tracks, so I knew there was deer around. Looking over at my father he was returning my gaze, knodding

at me and grinning from ear to ear. It was one of those time when father and son need not say anything, I could feel what he was thinking. That old man knew, even more than I did that there were deer in that creek. Near the end of the creek bed I heard three rifle blasts , and then a fourth a couple of seconds later. As I exited the brush I saw two of my friends standing proudly over a fresh kill, while the third was standing over his own fallen prey. We were all exited to learn that they were two big bucks. I was so excited that I got to see my friends get a couple of nice bucks. It was a nice feeling knowing I had not let them down by the stories I had told them about the hunting possibilities of my father?s ground. After we had completed the task of field dressing and tagging