Writing Assingment #1
February 14, 2018
Have you ever found a activity or passion that makes you escape reality for the time you’re doing it? I fell in love for a different activity, the sport is known as hunting. I fell in love for the game when I first went to the mountains eight years ago. Hunting is something I enjoy because it’s a escape from reality, it’s bonding time I get to spend with my pappy, and lastly, it’s a challenge.
The first time I went hunting I was twelve years old. I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I was young not yet grown to full capacity and impatient. I remember the first time I ever went hunting with my pappy and older brother I had to take two steps for every step they took to keep up. I had a gun that was way too big for me and I didn’t have the proper clothing. Little did I know when I was twelve how much I would fall in love with it. My first couple trips were unsuccessful in regards of not seeing any game and I quickly grew impatient. Not only had I not seen anything I got cold easily and got bored very quickly looking at the same trees and rocks for hours upon hours. However, despite all my frustrations I kept coming back to it for some odd reason. When the season ended I could reflect on a couple positives I knew the land better and wasn’t lost as easily, I was able to read deer activity better and made connections with my pappy. In the off season it flew by more quickly than I realized and before I knew it I was hunting again the first Monday after Thanksgiving Day. It was on this day that I was left alone in my stand and finally saw my first deer activity. I had my first shot at a deer and it was a buck! After making my shot I wasn’t quite sure what had happened, my ears were ringing and my heart was racing. It all went by in a flash and I looked and my deer had fallen over. I had finally done it all my frustrations cold hands and feet had finally lead me to this moment. As I grow older I reflect on the many times I have been up there and I have come to one conclusion; its always a escape from reality. Anytime I had anything going on in my life and I went hunting it was almost if that something was no longer relevant in my life because the mountains made everything clearer. The mountains made it all make sense and any problems I had going on in my personal life didn’t matter because I was going to the mountains.
My pappy is the person I’m closest to in my life and it’s because of the bond we have over hunting. I don’t know every detail about his life nor does he know every detail about my life however were so close because of hunting. Anytime I go hunting I spend the night at his house and we would listen to old time county music and the sound of him singing terribly always brought a smile to my face. While...