Personal Narrative: Deer Hunting

In my family most of us hunt deer with rifles and to us it's like a competition to shoot the biggest buck every year. Three years ago, my brother Andrew killed the biggest buck with 8 points. Two years ago, my brother Brad shot a 10 point buck. Last year my cousin got it with 9 points. So now, hunting season just started and anybody had a chance.
When I woke up it's 5:30 in the morning and I am really excited because today was the morning of the opener for deer hunting season. When we took showers we use the shampoo removed our body odor so that the deer couldn’t smell us. I had put on several layers of clothing for the cold snow that awaited with ice piercing wind that cuts across your face. After we were ready, we went in the garage to grab our orange winter coats and snow pants. Then we put scent killer that completely annihilated our odor.
My dad and my brothers were going to hunt on our plot of 60 acres of forest that is great hunting place. My cousin …show more content…
The sunlight peeked over the empty horizon. I was sleeping for about an hour, he said he hasn't heard anything from when I went to sleep. The forest, full of trees and bushes with a clearing in the middle that we cleared out months before to have a chance to shoot a deer. The ground had been solid from the glistening snow that had fallen about a week ago. Bang!, we heard something moving around on the roof, It hopped off to a nearby branch overhead, it was only a squirrel looking for some acorns. There was a faint noise to my right that my cousin did not hear so I nudged him and quietly told him about it. As the noise got louder and louder we quietly put our guns up and waited. A small doe walks out if the forest into the clearing and we both knew that it's not big enough to shoot so we lowered our guns back on the floor. Hours go by without seeing