In “The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell, Rainsford’s attitude towards hunted animals changes as he has first-hand experience in Zaroff’s game of knowing how scared animals are when they are hunted. When Rainsford finds out what Zaroff hunts, he becomes angry that Zaroff sees no difference between fighting wars, and killing helpless humans as he says, “Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting.’ ‘Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder”(Connell 6).
“I love it and it has been a tradition in my family to hunt,” said Sydney Johnson. What some readers may not realize is that hunting is like another holiday for hunters. Many people can't wait for hunting to start. This is because they love the sport. Owen and many others hunt to manage the population of the deer and for the meat.
In The Most Dangerous Game, Richard Connell suggests that the hunter is not that different from the hunted when the big game hunter Rainsford becomes general Zaroff’s prey. Rainsford believes that hunting is a game because he doesn’t value the lives of the animals he hunts. When conversing with his hunting companion Whitney, Rainsford presents his view of the subject by stating that, ”You’re a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a jaguar feels?”(92). Contradicting his superior’s opinion, Whitney suggests that “they understand one thing—fear. The fear of pain and the fear of death.
I quickly sprang into action, I started army crawling to the mule deer it had to at least be a 6 x 7. I was about 20 yards away and it started running I pulled the trigger twice all I heard was “Click Click.” I had had forgot to insert the mag. The deer had gotten away I was very mad at myself for not thinking clearly.
When I started coon hunting I was the age of 14 the person that got me in to coon hunting was my dad. The reason why I stared going is because I see him going a lot by himself and I felt that must be pretty alone out there in the dark by yourself. After a year under my belt of just plenty hunting and getting know my dog voice and learning the rules of competition coon hunting My dad ask me if I would like to get in competition coon hunting the first thing that came to mind was heck yes! The next day we was packing are bags and was heading to Kentucky for competition coon hunt it was a 3 hour drive there and when we got there was all sorts of people there just for a coon hunt.
After years of waiting and preparing we started on the journey to the west. We made our way to Independence, Missouri to go on the Oregon Trail which was laid by traders and trapers. While there I became familiar with George Wilson who was also a working family man. A lot of families left together making the trail busy and causing jams..
There is one thing in the woods that is really exciting and that is turkey hunting. Turkeys will get your heart racing and you blood rushing and have you shaking in just five seconds. When he comes up there strutting,spitting,and drumming, that’s when it gets real. When you hit that “yawt yawt” and he cuts you off gobbling that is when you know that he is just as good as dead. I am gonna tell plenty of turkey hunting experiences that i have had so i do not have to have a works cited page or nothing.
Hacking in general is both illegal and unethical. By attempting to expose the MBTA of their susceptibility of the fare card, the students would have placed the MBTA in a position to lose profit. Thus, the students’ actions become illegal because of the possible decrease in their profit and hurting the overall system. MBTA could argue that the MIT students are in violation of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act (CFAA) which would make their actions illegal.
If I had to title the story of my life, it would have to be 2The Chronicles of Hunter. It makes sense to me because of the way my life has been divided up. My life started as a tiny child, living in the suburbs of New York. The years when I had no real clue of the world, no real responsibilities, and would play all day. Those days are the hardest to remember, but 10 to 15 years is a mere blink of the eye to some people.
Daisy is my three year old black lab that is new to duck hunting. All summer long we would go out in the heat to train for duck season. She’s a fairly intelligent dog that would do anything to please me, but some commands just do not click right away in a dog’s brain. Persistently day by day we would go out behind the house out in the big back yard I have and see how far we have came from the day prior. I had four weeks to transform an inside dog that has never even heard a gunshot into a lean mean duck retriever.
The deer ran away about 60 yards from where I killed it. I couldn’t even believe it. I called and texted my mom she couldn’t even believe it. We had to wait a few minutes to see where it was because if it was still alive we didn’t want to scare it off. We waited 5 minutes but during those five minutes me and my dad celebrated and hugged for probably 2 minutes.
The Hunt It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt.
If the world today gave up hunting, wildlife would become non existent and animals would struggle to thrive due to disease and overpopulation. Outdoorsmen also gain plentiful amount of experience while hunting. They gain relationships, knowledge of the outdoors, and they maintain an old tradition and keep it alive and thriving. In the future hunting may become an even more pressing and controversial subject; however, we must do everything in our power to keep hunting alive. Hunting has a deeper meaning to some people and to take that away from them is in some ways inhumane.
The first day if hunting we went into the Black Hills and did a lot if walking to find some deer. When we finally found some my brother was the first to shoot, since he picked the bigger straw out of three, which was how we decided who gets to shoot first, he missed. So I was next up and when we saw another deer it was really far away and it took my seven shits before I killed it. It wasn't even worth trying to kill it because it was just a fawn and I wasted seven shots killing it and that was the end of day one.
I remember the days when it still got cold in October in those Tennessee hollows. Remember , those less than groomed fence rows and steep hillsides, perfect hideouts for coveys of bobwhite quail. Remember nearly jumping out of your boots walking those same hillside and hollows to your deer stand and a covey of 30 or more birds exploding all around you. Remember those days? I was fortunate to be raised by my cousin Tommy in Lynchburg Tennessee.
