Rough Draft Narrative

It was a cold and chilly winter morning on November 15, 2014. I wake up to the dads black and white bearded face telling me to get ready. A few dead silent minutes later i drag myself out of bed and put on my olive drab green/camo Under Armour sweatshirt and a pair of snow camouflage pants. I then rush silently up the stairs in the low light morning and put on my dry snow boots, comfy beenie hat then grab a hunter orange coat that strangly smelled of doe urine. My dad walks up the stairs loudly with the rifle in hand and we walk out the door after getting “goodlucks” and hugs from my mom. We say good bye and walk out the door into the cold snowy forest. “Can I carry the rifle?” I ask. “Sure.” Says dad as He hands me the rifle but not before checking the barrel. It is a 243 caliber rifle with a smooth wood stock, clean metal barrel and a long range scope with a orange camouflage sling. I drape it over my shoulder and we walk quietly out into the snow covered woods. After a few minutes quietly walking we cut off the trail and into the tree line toward the camouflaged ground blind and climb in. We listen to the soft crunch of the snow and snow covered leave while birds of many kind sing their sweet morning songs. We follow the trail through the woods for not even a quarter of a mile then cut off into the trees trying not to step on the …show more content…
After about half an hour or so it starts getting lighter outside and dad and I hear a few snaps of twigs. Dad gets out his binoculars while I turn off my Kindle and get ready with the rifle but not turning off the safety. I aim down the scope and see nothing so i set the rifle down again and continue playing on my kindle. A few minutes later my dad nudges me and says, “there's a deer out there.” So I pick up the gun again, pull the hammer back and aim down the