Personal Narrative: My First Hunt

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My First Hunt This even happened back in 2009 when I was eight years old. It was my first time hunting with my dad and he was going to let me shoot whatever walked out. My dad loves to hunt and has killed many of deer over the years so when he asked me to go with him, I said yes because I wanted to bond with him and have father-son time. That night I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited to hunt with my dad but finally I fell asleep. The next day I woke up to get ready and packed. We started to pack our hunting clothes and gear for the trip. After we got everything packed, we loaded it up in the truck and took off. The land we hunt is in Mississippi it’s a good hour and thirty minute drive. Once we got there we unloaded everything and put our stuff in the camp. Once we got there and unloaded everything it was about 2:30 p.m. the time we usually get there. I got ready to go hunt that evening because we got to the stand about three but sometimes it depends on what time the sun goes down, if …show more content…
After he told me that it kind of relieved me but I was still upset on the fact I came up to kill a deer and make my dad proud. It was almost time to get down and head back but we heard something walking behind us in the water so my dad picked me up and put me in his lap because I was too short to see use the shooting rail. I got in his lap and got the gun ready, I was so nervous I had the tree shaking it felt like. We were waiting and it walked out to the right of us about sixty yards. I took the gun off safety took a deep breath closed my left eye and all I hear is my dad say to me is squeeze the trigger. Boom! I take the shot and the deer runs off, we get too look for blood and find it. We start following it and we found the deer my dad was so proud of me and I was so proud of myself so was my mom, brother, and sister. They all told me congratulations and gave me a big

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