Personal Narrative: The Joy Of Hunting

It was Sunday, October 10th and it was a beautiful afternoon to go hunting. The sun was shining and colorful leaves were falling to the ground as the trees swayed back and forth. My dad and I walked to my grandpa's hunting stand that was in the center of the hay field. We got settled in and watched for deer. The sun was starting to set when I heard leaves crunching behind us. A few minutes later some deer walked out of the woods. They moved closer to the hunting stand and started grazing on the green grass. There were no bucks, but some young does and fawns. There was one doe though that was older and had no fawns with her. After a while my dad whispered “I am going to hand over the gun. I want you to take a shoot at the old doe that is staring at us. Grab the gun slowly and do not make a noise.” I got the gun and looked at the deer …show more content…
Why are her legs moving like that?” I asked worried. “I do not know. Just wait a minute and then we will go out there” my dad whispered. Soon after, my dad and I got out of the hunting stand and walked out to where she was lying still now. “Congratulations.” my dad confirmed happily. Dark red blood was running out from where I had shot her. The bullet went through high and broke her spine. She had a long face and a big body. “Wow, I can not believe that, that just happened. Just a few minutes ago we were watching her eat out in the field.” I cried. My dad and I then walked back to the truck and drove it out into the hay field. My dad grabbed the front two legs, I grabbed the back two and we lifted her onto the back of the truck. I just barely got her on the truck, she was really heavy and long. We turned right into our gravel driveway and as soon as the truck stopped my siblings came running out of the house. “I heard a loud gunshot, so I predict that you got a deer.” remarked my sister. “I got deer.” I yelled with the biggest smile on my face. “Really! Where is it? Is it a buck or a doe? ” asked my