Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Hunting is good!

Hunting.


Most people think hunting is bad but it gets you meat and if hunters are trained and do it in a good way it won't hurt the environment.  Most people don’t like the idea of killing animals but still eat meat although if hunting was banned then wouldn’t have that meat.    


Back before we could buy meat people had to hunt to survive. If they didn’t people would die because they didn’t have many other food sources. Years after years people still hunted to survive but then people also started selling meat so hunting wasn’t just for survival also for money. Now days people can make thousands of dollars selling meat. So hunting was for survival and money and it was the way of life.


Hunting encourages people to get there own meat. Some supermarkets get their meat from big companies that kill there meat in horrible ways. As a result of the animals being killed like that they release stress hormones ,which are bad for you, however if the animal doesn’t see you they have a slightly less chance of releases those hormones.  People think hunting is bad but the meat you buy from the supermarket has been killed much more painfully than hunters do.


Hunting keeps the populations of lots of animals down.  Lots of pest animals breed very quickly and they cause loss to our natural environment this will affect our native wildlife and their habitats. Some of NZ's most endangered species like Kiwi are hunted by possums and stoats. Stoats also eat lots of birds eggs and our national birds food. Goats are also pests,  although you may not think that they are but they can stomp on native plants and also eat them too this is a problem because NZ might lose the plants. So hunters aren’t as bad as you might think because they keep the population down of pests.                                                           


Hunting for meat may be good and helpful trophy hunting is bad. An example of trophy hunting is when the White Rhino was almost hunted to extinction and now only three left which are all too old to breed. Also lots of inexperienced hunters shoot animals mistaken for other animals for example  in New Zealand is when a hunter shot a Takahe, which are endangered being mistaken for a pukeko that are very large in population. Hunting for meat may be good and helpful trophy hunting is bad.

So hunting isn’t actually as bad as you may think it can help keep populations down, allows you to get healthier food and still much more things. So if you didn’t like hunting then hopefully this article changed your mind.

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Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Thursday, 4 August 2016

HIDE AND SEEK

Hide And Seek

A musty smell wafts up my nostrils
Footsteps are coming towards me crunching on the grass
The shed door opens with a loud creak
Light rushes into the room blinding me
I shuffle backwards until I hit the wall
Whispers flood the room echoing off the walls
I know they’re close
I know they're gonna find me
Splinters attack my arm and knees
My legs are stiff like wood
My arms are frozen like ice
More whispers flood the room
My hands are trembling like a dog shaking off water
They finally spot me looking me right in the eye
That's it game over.

By Sammi








Friday, 29 July 2016

A typical Monday

A Typical Monday Morning

I can hear footsteps coming up the hall. It’s mum, coming to wake me up, and I just remembered it’s school (uh oh). Mum yanks the blanket off me and pulls the curtain which floods the sunlight into my room blinding me, it may be sunny but it’s definitely not warm. “ Get out of bed, squidgy” I hear mum say as she leaves the room.

I slowing doze back off to sleep but it doesn’t last long as I hear my little brother stomping up the hall like an elephant even though he’s three, to “annoy” me out of bed. And it works. I walk out to the lounge with my blankets still dragging behind me, shoulders slumped and still half asleep. I ignore my brother Mack yelling at me because I slept in and now we're going to be late. “What do want for breaky hon” Mum asks as I lay down on the couch turning the tv but all I can think of is my warm, comfy bed.

Finally I drag myself off the couch and up to my room. I literally pull my duchess apart searching for my uniform “ Mum where’s my shirt” “ Mum where’s my skorts”  “ Mum where’s my jersey” “Mum where are my shoes” I yell in demanding tone at mum who seems to know where everything is. “Your shirt is on the chair”  “Your skorts are on the couch”  “You Jersey is  in your room”  “And your shoes are drying by the fire” “OK” I scream back at mum as I start to trudge around the house collecting my uniform.

I put my clothes on, brush my hair and wrestle it into a ponytail,  I brush my teeth the usual morning routine. I grab my bag which is always sitting on the table waiting for me packed and ready (thanks to Mum).

Finally I am in the car ready, but wait I forgot my chromebook, typical Sammi. I rush back inside and grab it and rush back to the car. And waiting there are Mum, Mack and Jake (Mack and Jake are fighting, Like always). We finally get to school just in time 1 minute till the bell rings. I kiss Mum goodbye and watch her drive away.

A typical Monday Morning.

By Sammi
Year 5 Student