Hunter-Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

realize that I have to fight, and I have to win. I draw my sword, ice spirals around me, as I summon the shadows inside of me to come out, to power me through. Kai calls out my name, and I waver. Before i have the time to come back to my senses, a wolf blazing with flames knocks me off of my feet. I grab my sword and stab the wolf in it’s heart. As I do this, I feel a pain spreading in my body. Without acknowledging it, I bolt for the other three wolves. I now have two swords in my hand, and throw them at the eyes of the smaller of the three. What’s happening? Why do I feel like i’m destroying.. Myself? The two wolves have fallen, and i’m face to face with the head of the pack, My very own loving mother. I drop the swords, heavy with layers

I slowly pulled back my bow,on the biggest buck i had ever saw in my life.I had a twent

Of all the hobbies out there one of my most fond hobbies would have to be duck hunting. It’s something that nothing else in this word can compare to. Chasing ducks is something that’s been in my blood for three generations now. From a very young age I’ve been very into the sport. Duck hunting is a passion that comes deep from my family, from my dad to my grandfather we’ve all become obsessed with the sport. Wading through the flooded fields and timber of the Mississippi delta, and shooting ducks is something that will never go out of style to me.

Leaves have all transformed to different colors, pumpkins are being hunted down, and the smell of Fall is brewing. October is here. It is not the costumes, carvings, or delicious caramel corn that gets me all hyped up, it is the opening day of duck season. Duck hunting is one of my most cherished times to spend with my dad, grandpa, and younger sister. I started tagging along with my dad at about three years old. At that age, rather than handling a gun, I handle some crayons and a coloring book in the back of the blind. Five years later I was able to start shooting on my own and still continue to.

The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.

As a St. James middle school boy, I was all about hunting, even though I hadn’t ever been. My dad, being the awesome guy that he is, said he’d take me if I genuinely wanted to go. Little did I know, my dad had been studying up for this on YouTube because he knew the worst part comes after you shoot a deer and have to clean it. He watched video after video learning how to properly clean a deer before you take it to a shop for it to be processed. The only thing that I knew I wanted to do was shoot a deer!

Imagine having the feeling of complete serenity as you lay still waiting; listening to every broken stick, crushed leaf, and bird chirp. Waiting for the footsteps of a deer or the image of one in the distance to fill your veins with adrenaline which gives you that feeling you dream about. All this leading up to one pull of a trigger, sending a message to your brain that tells you you’ll be a hunter for the rest of your life. This image was a very important part of my life.

My number one and dominate passion is deer hunting with a bow. If I could turn this into a business venture of mine, I would enjoy every single day at work and not take any days off. I think it would be an amazing idea because first off, I love to hunt. Therefore I would be doing something I love every day through hunting season and prepare throughout the spring and summer months to be ready when the first day of the season rolls around. Second, I would be traveling, learning new things and meeting new people along the way, as well as teaching others the tricks and the trades that I have used along the way. The steps I would take to start this business would be very tough but it would be accomplish able with dedication and hard work. The first

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

There I was sitting up the night before duck season, it was half an hour until midnight and I had to be out of bed at 3 o’clock. I couldn’t sleep or even close my eyes in anticipation of the morning. Everything was setup right for a good morning in the duck woods, the wind was blowing out of the North which meant for a good group of migrating ducks, the temperature was 34 degrees, just warm enough to keep the water from freezing. I had my boat full of gas and my boat hooked up to my truck. If there was ever a recipe for a perfect duck hunt this was it. Opening day of Duck Season in Rainey Brake Wildlife Management Area was fixing to be extraordinary.

Dove season opened last Saturday, September 3rd. Opening day was amazing in my personal opinion. Several of my friends and I went to a field in Wren that one of their uncle6

Summer was coming, and the sun was going down later and later every day, and Spike felt the minutes get longer as he waited. Visiting hours were only from 2-6. In a few days he wouldn’t be allowed to visit her at all. Not like he couldn’t break in or something. But she wouldn’t like that.

You can only hunt for thirty minutes past sunset, so my time now is coming to a end. Then all of sudden there stands a monster buck in the distance. He’s amongst a few doe. My adrenaline is rushing and I can’t hardly contain myself! He’s still too far away to shoot though and time is running out. There’s now about 5 minutes left to pull the trigger and get this monster. He’s slowly working his way right in front of the blind. With 2 minutes to spare I have the gun all already, my eye to the scope but not on it, and my finger lightly on the trigger. It’s time to pull the trigger and get this “BBD” big buck down, when all of sudden something spooks him, he takes off running just as fast as a deer can run and I never got to pull that darn trigger. You can imagine how disappointing this was for me, until I awoke and realized it was just a dream. I was so relieved and happy this didn’t actually happen. It wasn’t but a couple days later it did happen but they never were close enough to pull the trigger. The buck I had seen was large, but he wasn’t a monster like in my

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to