Personal Narrative: The Time I Went Hunting

The Time I Went Hunting With My Dad
One November morning way before I wake up, I woke up to my alarm. I walked to my door like a sloth. My Dad was already dressed and was waiting for me. I put on my pants and my boots.I put on my coat and hat. “Let’s head out to the blind” I said. We stepped out onto the crunchy white snow. Stepping on each icy step at a time. We walked over to the blind “It’s cold.” I said. My Dad opened the door to the blind. I walked in and turned on the little heater. It was starting to heat up in the room . That’s when the spiders started to come in the blind.
I kept pulling my gun up fast practicing for when the deer comes, if the deer comes. We waited and waited. I looked around outside the blind, and I saw nothing.