Exposition:
Bonding time, or the last time you ever spent time with someone is a thing that is usually thought about being things such as a sports games, family game night, vacations or something of the sort. My experience of this, though, is a little out of the ordinary: killing and getting shot. Now, let me explain, by killing I don’t me people, I mean deer...kind of. I thought it would just be a day of typical hunting in the great Schuyler county woods with my dad, cousin, and his dad. This day changed my life, and it didn't change my life that day. It changed my life five years later, when my great grandpa passed away after being extremely sick. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was never with my grandpa, I wasn’t too “cool” to do that. It was just that he couldn’t remember it or that he was always just so zoned out. So, when I learned that he only had a week to live, I reflected on this day. The day my grandpa, who wasn't allowed to have a gun, shot at me.
Rising Action:
All geared up with pounds upon pounds of clothing and gear on, my nine year old self was ready to set out for …show more content…
I have actually become a master at ax throwing since then, but anyway I am getting off topic. We ate a dull breakfast and were ready to hunt.
“I call riding with grandpa!” I screamed. My dad to me to quiet down and so I repeated myself, but this time, I whispered, “I call riding with grandpa.”
We continued to walk across the dead seeming field, after the ride, and into the dreary forest. I felt that someone negative would happen that day, but I shook that right off. It was a slow morning no one saw anything. So, we regrouped and devised a new strategy. My dad came up to my cousin and I and explained it to us.
“Jack and Nick, come here.” We sprinted over and he said, “We need you guys to go with Uncle Tony and walk throw that strip of woods to drive any deer out.”
“Awesome!” I
Bonding time, or the last time you ever spent time with someone is a thing that is usually thought about being things such as a sports games, family game night, vacations or something of the sort. My experience of this, though, is a little out of the ordinary: killing and getting shot. Now, let me explain, by killing I don’t me people, I mean deer...kind of. I thought it would just be a day of typical hunting in the great Schuyler county woods with my dad, cousin, and his dad. This day changed my life, and it didn't change my life that day. It changed my life five years later, when my great grandpa passed away after being extremely sick. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was never with my grandpa, I wasn’t too “cool” to do that. It was just that he couldn’t remember it or that he was always just so zoned out. So, when I learned that he only had a week to live, I reflected on this day. The day my grandpa, who wasn't allowed to have a gun, shot at me.
Rising Action:
All geared up with pounds upon pounds of clothing and gear on, my nine year old self was ready to set out for …show more content…
I have actually become a master at ax throwing since then, but anyway I am getting off topic. We ate a dull breakfast and were ready to hunt.
“I call riding with grandpa!” I screamed. My dad to me to quiet down and so I repeated myself, but this time, I whispered, “I call riding with grandpa.”
We continued to walk across the dead seeming field, after the ride, and into the dreary forest. I felt that someone negative would happen that day, but I shook that right off. It was a slow morning no one saw anything. So, we regrouped and devised a new strategy. My dad came up to my cousin and I and explained it to us.
“Jack and Nick, come here.” We sprinted over and he said, “We need you guys to go with Uncle Tony and walk throw that strip of woods to drive any deer out.”
“Awesome!” I