Hunting Narrative

On a breezy, warmer Saturday in mid-October, birds were singing and the plants swaying. The world felt peaceful and like a great day to go hunting.
I had just turned thirteen in August and started getting my camo on. My dad and I decided to go hunting behind our house. I got all of my camo on and grabbed my gun. I loaded my black powder muzzleloader and headed outside to wait for my dad. He came outside and we headed out. We just walked because the woods . I walked behind my dad on the way. The crops had just come out so it didn't take long to walk there. It turned into a pretty strong northeast wind that day so we sat on the south side of the woods. When we got to the south side, we decided to sit on the fenceline and make a ground blind. …show more content…
The sun was going down and I began thinking we would go home with nothing. Then we saw it. There, a huge rack in the bean field just to the west of us. I got my gun on the branches and waited for him to walk across the fence line so I could get a shot. But he walked right towards us. I became nervous, what if he saw us, what if he never hopped the fence. But he stopped ten yards away from us. He stood in one place for what seemed like hours to me. He then turned for the fence. He hopped it and he stepped out about eight yards from me. He walked a little farther and stepped for an open shot. I took it. I couldn't see anything after the shot because of all the smoke from the shot. I only heard the deer run away. As soon as the smoke cleared, I just saw the deer lying about fifty yards from us. My shot was a little high but still got both lungs. I never really saw the rack of the buck until I walked up to it. A fifteen pointer. The largest deer I ever saw. At that moment, holding the rack in my hands, it hit me that I want to keep doing when I get …show more content…
When they got there, we took more pictures. My dad and I then gutted the deer and loaded it in the back of the four wheeler. I drove my brother back to the house and mom and dad walked. We all met back up and got to work washing and cutting the deer up. We first cut the hide off and kept it so I could get a shoulder mount of him. (That`s a mount of the shoulder up) We then got all of the meat off and put it into the freezer.
It turned into winter of the same year when we started on the mount. I had helped my dad with mounts before but this time it felt different because it was mine. It took a lot to finish the mount. We tanned the hide, fleshed the rack, and had a lot of touch up work at the end to make it look nice. At the end of winter I finally put my deer up on the wall in my room.
Now every night when I look at the deer I really think this might be one thing I want to continue my whole life. Something I can do whenever I get the time, something that I enjoy, and something I share a great passion with my