Personal Narrative: What I Want In The Woods

Reclamation of what you want is not always existent. In the woods, this fundamental rule applies. I accepted this as fact the moment I could not collect a whitetail deer I had shot. Taking place at the age of thirteen, my father and I hunted at our usual spot in the woods near the Mark Twain Landing. Thinking back, I remembered the mind-altering experience that opened my brain up to a critical virtue to life, patience. I could not have learned the prize of patience without the form of a stronger bond between my father, nature, and I. Based on my experience, patience is a key in life. My father and I arrived in the hunting parking lot at the crack of dawn. Opaqueness occupied my eyes. We got out of my father’s pickup truck and gathered our …show more content…
To find out where the deer had gone, I needed to search for pools of crimson blood. My father took five minutes to find a miniscule amount of blood. No blood surrounded the drop of hope. My father and I desperately scavenged for any clue. We were investigators of the forest. After about fifteen more minutes, my father told me to stop searching. I recommended to look in the woods for any more clues, but he thought there was no rational reason to do so. I began to tear up. I did not want to lose that gift from above. In the past hunting season, I did not redeem any game. With that in my head, I grew angry of waiting. My father saw the tears begin to flood my eyes. The impatience acted like a drug; I needed a treatment as quick as possible. He asked me if I became upset because we could not find the deer. I did not know how to respond, but he assumed that was the reason. He explained that he favors sitting out in the cold with his son over bagging a deer alone. The moment he said that, a smile marked my face. He continued and said patience will always pay off in life. Even if I never got another deer in my entire life, I will find something else that will fill the anger of impatience. I realized then that the substitute of my impatience was to hunt with my dad and to admire the world. My father talked like a normal man, but deep down he is a philosophical genius. My tears evaporated away and my father …show more content…
Hunting greatly enhanced the relationship between my father and I. The bond with myself and the natural environment strengthened as well. The formation of these connections with my father and nature helped me cope with my impatience. Patience has assisted me in events after missing the deer. Whether it is taking your time on a test or waiting for that special someone, life will always give you something in