Personal Narrative: Hunting

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Roughly about five years ago my father and I was going hunting on some land of a family friend. When we was on the way there my dad saw a shooting star but little to my knowledge he wished for us to have a good hunt. When we arrived to the place, we got there a little early so we just sat in the truck and listen to the radio station that talks about hunting and fishing saying if today should be good. We get out and start to get ready to walk to the tree, we put on our winter jackets and overalls. As I am getting my gun out of the case, my dad asks which tree stand I want to hunt in this morning. I had two choices between the new one we put up the night before and the closest one, so me being young I wanted to hunt out of the new one. We been …show more content…
The hay was really grown up to the point that if we had drove the truck down it would be taller than the truck. On the bright side the owner cut small trail so we could get to the multiple tree stands we have. While we was walking down the trail the thought of something jumping out and getting me came across my mind so I walked really close to my dad. The tree stand we was going to this morning was in the far back of the field and where it was the hay didn’t really grow very well so it was kind of open compared to the beginning of the field. When we arrived to the tree stand we climbed up then pulled our backpacks and the …show more content…
He is about fifty yards in front of us when my dad whispers to me “get on your knees so you can get a better shot” so I get down and now my dad had to lift up his gun so I can get lined up correctly. So when my dad believed I was lined up and ready to shoot, he whistles so the deer stops walking. When the deer stops to try to figure out what made the noise, I pulled the trigger and a loud ringing came to my ears. I pull my head up from the scope and seen a little smoke coming from the end of the barrel. My adrenaline was pumping when I shoot I didn’t even feel or notice the recoil of the shot. When the little bit of smoked cleared, I seen the deer running towards the thicket to our left so I was assuming that I missed him. Then all of sudden he made a sharp change of direction towards the woods directly behind us. As he was running his legs gave in on him and he fell only 10 yards to the left of the tree stand. My dad set his gun down on the railing, looked at me and gave me a high five. As I sitting there for a few minutes to see if something else might come out and try to figure out what the loud sound was, I began shaking out of excitement because I believe that I just possible shot the biggest buck in my life. From where I was sitting in the tree stand, I wasn’t able to count the points on the antlers. The only thing my dad was saying “He is big