Personal Narrative : A Story?

Recently, the opportunity of a lifetime arose for myself. A distant relative received a coupon for a free guided duck hunt in Arkansas and invited me. This news left me in a state of glee; however, I soon remembered that a friend offered to take me deer hunting on the same weekend. With my friends intentions at heart, I hastily declined his offer to go deer hunting. Although deer hunting is highly appraised, duck hunting far eclipses deer hunting in terms of the harvest, the cleaning, and the comradery.

I sit and watch the morning pass by, an occasional raven flies by calling to its family, and all of a sudden something catches my eye. I look to the south and over the top of the hill comes a deer, my first deer of the season. I watch and realize it is a

At first, the argument relies on the reports from local hunters, but have not showed any concrete evidence to bolster this claim. There might a number of reasons for short seeing the deers. for example, The deers may have found a new place to stay which is not known by the local hunters. Another reason might be there like, the deers become much more concered about the local hunters from their past experience, so, they could have found a new place

The most exhilarating thing that I have ever experienced was last winter when I shot my first deer. To some, this may seem like a simple task. Deer hunting takes a lot of time and patience. Although, it can get boring and aggravating, it can be a great experience if one takes these three steps. The first thing I did to shoot my first deer was find a good location to hunt at. Luckily, my boyfriend has land in Cheraw, South Carolina that I had access to. One must prepare for a good spot to hunt during the preseason. A person can hunt all they want, but if they are not in a good hunting spot, they will never shoot a big buck. One thing to keep in mind is that not every spot will have deer in it every hunt. One must be consistent and wait for the

It was a very short walk to the big hill where Frederick’s house was on. They all paused, looking at each other, before finally trekking up. They walked in a comfortable silence. Except it wasn’t that comfortable because each of them were nervous of what was to come. The dark, scary, hill they were walking up didn’t make things easier.

While going down the street, Salvador spoke, “I know I asked you earlier, but are you sure you should be out tonight? The weather is horrible and getting worse.”

As I reached the crest, I looked at the path before me. While the last section was the steepest of our recent stretch of the mountain, it was by no means the last steep hill we would encounter. I stood up straight and did a quick stretch as I looked around, taking in the scenery around me. It was unlike any view I had ever seen. As far as the eye could see, within the large, terraced field which was bordered by large foliage, there were coffee trees.

I got out of my stand and texted my dad and told him to come to my stand .Once he got there we followed the deer's blood trail.Once we finally found him looked at where i shot him and it was right by his heart.

You're sitting out in you're stand just waiting for that huge buck you saw on trail cam and you have not seen anything for the past hour and you are getting very mad. So you go up to the house and grab the truck keys and go into town and pick up the deer bait that´s illegal and go home and set it out. That night just be from dark you see the huge buck walk in and you just plunk it. The next day when you go in to the locker to get you're deer processed and the game warden is there. He asked you when did you shot this huge buck. ”Last Night”. He ask did you pick up the Quick Maximum Attraction at noon yesterday? Yes, why? And then you get a huge fine for the huge buck. And some of use think it is okay to use illegal deer bait but it is not. Not use illegal deer bait.

“That sounds good.” Tom says, trying to find a way to get the raft upstream. We found a side route, and Tom and me paddled back to the main hill, where Tom took off his soaking shoes.

“Just last year I was in this same spot.” I thought to myself. “Waiting and waiting for that monster deer.” I recollected on my past hunting experiences as I sat in a deer stand in the middle of Folden, my dad’s hunting land. The past two years I had killed two relatively small deer, and the year before that I was able to sit in the deer stand while my dad hunted. All three hunting trips were in this exact same spot. My dad never let me gut the deer after I killed them in my previous years hunting, I was hoping he would let me this year.

“Excellent,” Seth said. “In the morning, I can take you as far as the mountain. After that, you are on your own.”

woods. Alone, atop a snowy almost like mountain, we each stood on the edge and

“Let’s get going. There is a short hike before we get to the base of the mountain.”

As the morning wore on I began to get anxious and fidgety feeling that no deer were going to come. As I was contemplating whether to leave my stand in the field, I recognized two deer grazing peacefully in the middle of the field. I quickly pulled up and looked through my scope and saw nothing but green fuzz. I was so nervous that I had forgotten to readjust the focus on my scope. As I did, the deer saw me move and began to trot away from me and into the protection of the forest. I managed to get my scope in focus in time to see that there was a buck and a doe. My chance had finally come. I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I immediately stood up from my stand and jogged over to where they had entered the woods. Once in the woods, I evaluated the surroundings and had a good