Personal Narrative: My First Deer Hunting

Every time I become impatient with something, I think back to the time I shot my first deer. It was a great November day in 2010. My dad and I got in the car and made our way to his camp in Raceland. We finally made it to the camp after a car ride that seemed to take the whole day—even though it only took about an hour. We got out of the car, unloaded the gear, and made our way to the stand. When I feel like giving up on something, I remember my first hunt, and I try to remain persistent in my endeavor. I remember being so excited to be on my first hunt. I was nearly shouting, and my dad had to continue to quiet me down so that I would not scare the deer away. We ate three snacks: beef jerky, potato chips, and Twizzlers. We sat in …show more content…
I once again had to wait for the buck to come within range of the rifle, which seemed to take an eternity. The buck was finally in range, and my dad loaded the gun. I looked down the scope at the monstrous deer and became extremely anxious. My heart began to race, and my palms started to sweat. My dad told me to take my time, but I could not resist. I fired my rifle as soon as I got the chance. I looked up from the scope only to find out that I had missed the deer. To my extreme luck the deer did not move. It merely lifted its head and looked around. My dad reloaded the rifle and told me that this would be my last opportunity to kill the buck. I aimed at the deer slowly this time, making sure that the crosshairs were lined up directly on its heart. I took a deep breath, relaxed, and calmly pulled the trigger. The deer dropped as soon as the shot landed. I was overwhelmed with joy and passion. I was rewarded with the joy of a fun trip and a large amount of delicious deer sausage. The hunting trip showed me that if you want to be rewarded, you must have a little bit of patience. Today when I do not feel like waiting for something, I recall my first hunting trip and the lesson it taught me about