Personal Narrative: My First Year Hunting

It was cold the snow was blowing it was just getting down to the last minutes of the season. It was my first year hunting and I had just missed my 3rd deer for the season about to call a quits for the year when my brother Tylor calls my dad and says there are a few doe below the barn we hop in the truck and drive down. We ran over along the fence row only 8 at the time and using a 280 remington it was a pretty big gun for me. I was resting off a fence post that was taller than I was I seen the eight deer out in the field line my crosshairs up on the biggest doe and ka-boom she started stumbling I shot one more time and she dropped. I was excited we went and got the four wheeler then went and got her. That's how patience helped me get my first deer. …show more content…
I got in the woods at 5:30 at the best spot we have because my dad wanted me to get one my first year. Finally around day break a heard of them came running through I took a shot missed. We waited for a while and no more deer. We took a break ate lunch and warmed back up from the cold.Then we moved to another spot seen no deer, onto the next spot sitting on a shooting bench watching over fields getting late. Finally a half rack comes out dad never told me it was a buck he thought I'd get nervous. So I took a shot at it and missed him. Then that's when my brother calls us about the doe. Waiting like that all season to finally get that doe is how patience helped