Personal Narrative: It's A Guy Thing

My story was told to me by my Grandfather when I was young as a way not to go into the woods alone it's a smart way to scare a young child into doing what you want. The story was about my Grandfather's last hunting trip in the woods. The year

The protagonist is excited about the hunting trip, but initiates the event with a sense of innocence and curiosity. Another factor in Andy's willingness to go hunting may be in order to please her father or show that she is capable of doing everything a boy can do. While the hunters spend multiple days searching for game, Andy is the only one who comes in contact with the deer. While the characters hunt in the location where Andy saw the deer, Andy prays that they finally get a deer. On a second occurrence, she comes in contact with a deer. This time, the deer does not run away and stays stationary, grazing in the open. When the hunters finally spot the deer, Andy is asked if she wants to shoot it. Initially, she is frightened by the idea, but collapses under the weight of the peer pressure exerted by the impatience of Charlie and the expectancy of her Father. She finally holds the gun in her hand and aims the gun at the doe's chest area. While her mind began to blank out, she stopped thinking about the fact that she had never shot a living creature before and pulled the trigger. After the shot had been made, the doe eventually fell to the snow covered ground, and was assumed dead. Upon seeing the doe laying on the ground, the hunters walked steadily towards it, congratulating Andy for her clean shot. While

Things were just going great! I thought for sure that they were going to shoot my Moose. But my dad wasn't going to let that happen. We ran right by the truck and set-up in the nearest spot we could see the Moose. It was a pretty bad position and I was basically laying backward in the middle of a bush trying to get steady. The other hunters were kneeling down and looking through their scopes. My dad could not believe his eyes and all he said was "shoot, and make sure you get

The next Monday coach gave us practice off so I headed home again. That night I went over to my brother's house and borrowed his shotgun because it had a fully rifled barrel with a scope. This gun was much better than mine. While I was there we talked about where he had shot his deer and where he had saw other deer. I headed home that night with little hope that I would actually get a deer at all. It was really cold when I got up the next morning. I headed out to a spot near where my brother shot his deer. As I walked out the snow covered ground crunched under my feet. I got set up in my spot and settled down for the wait. I was sitting there for about forty five minutes when I heard a noise.

The third Saturday of November was one filled with conflicting emotions: excitement, fear, optimism, and nervousness. The screeching sound of the alarm at 4:00 a.m. initiated a sense of panic and thrill throughout me; it was the opening day of the gun deer hunting season. Within minutes, I was dressed from head to toe in bright, blaze orange that could be recognized from miles away. I reluctantly, yet willingly, climbed into the truck to head to the hunting land in Adams County, Wisconsin. My stomach felt like it was tied into knots. My mind was again flooded with conflicting emotions. I began to wonder: will I get a deer? Will I not get a deer? Will I get a buck?

First,one snowy morning Annabeth,Sonya,Niko,Raymond ,and I were all geared up to go on a hunt for deer.We all said our goodbyes we went out into the forest.We just killed one deer then we heard a snap,it was a deer.We ran after it the we lost it.We looking around and then we turned around and a elk was charging right at us.

Driving quickly as possible I haul some more butt around to the next good crossing that a buck usually will cross no matter what. When I pull up I get out and walk up the road to get away from the smell of the truck and left over dog scent. Within less than 2 minutes after arrival I can hear the deer in the bushes. I just knew me and the Browning was going to get to kill a good buck the first day. Well it’s safe to say I ate my words that day. Five minutes later I hear my old man get on the radio and say “This race is over”, hearing that I knew that my mama and daddy killed a very nice buck the first day. We walked exactly 69 steps and drag a nice six point out that even if you tried you would not be able to stick a cigarette bud in between the tips of his horns.

I thought to myself, "Surely it won't rain today." Another hour went by and down came the rain. It didn't slack up for hours. Suddenly though, it seemed I had a slight change of luck. Staring into the pouring rain, I saw two eyes glaring at me from the far right bush. Could it be? I might actually kill my first deer! Slowly, he made his way to the middle of the field. He looked to be about a five-point buck. My dad placed his overly large gun up to my shoulder and told me to hold tight. I placed the target on the deer and pulled the trigger. After a big bang, off the deer ran as my shot missed its

It was the afternoon, only a little bit of sunlight was left. Hunters like to call it the perfect hour. There was no wind and it was completely silent. My father and I had been walking through thick brush for hours hoping to see wild game. With each step our fatigue grew more and more. All of a sudden we hear a loud noise. It sounded like blocks of wood rattling against each other. We keep getting closer and closer trying our best not to make a sound. We come out of the brush and into a huge pasture.

What I thought I knew about deer hunting was turned upside down that first morning we went out. When I sprung out of bed and got my clothes on I came upstairs and saw my grandpa making his famous deer hunting hot chocolate. While he was doing that I was getting on my boots and getting my gun ready and we header out.

I had another cup of coffee and we put our gear on. We went out to the stand and right before we got in the stand, there we saw it: a 10 point buck. It stared at us for a long time and it didn’t move. Then out of nowhere, I hear a gunshot. BAM!! My ears are ringing from the rifle next to me. I turn around and see my brother had fired at the buck. As I was looking at Adam, I heard a THUMP! The buck had fallen to the ground and we called for the tractor to come and get it. When we were back in the front of the house, we started to gut the deer. I cut its head off as a trophy I stole from my brother. And to this day, it still hangs on the barn door at my uncle’s

I would go outside and i would play hunting with my little brother. One day my dad came up to me and ask if i wanted to go hunting with him. I said yes so i shoot my gun dad got me and then we when hunting. We were sitting in the tree stand not see any thing so we go back to camp to get worm. Then we when back out and sat some didn’t see anything i was get board because i was not see anything. It got dark so we when back to the cabin to sleep. In the moring we ate brekfbest then head to the tree stand we climed up in the stand and sat down. We didn’t see anything in the morning so we when when back to the cabin and ate lunch. We head back to the tree stand we were

It was an alright December day. That was until my dad told me that I had to go hunting. Because I had many hours of dance, I was tired.I tried getting out of it, but nothing worked. The old “I have a lot of homework trick didn’t even work.” So, I got dressed wearing pink clothes. Pink clothes are legal for hunting.

So the next day I went out to the woods again and started looking for arrows. I found a few good sticks and took them back to camp and started sharpening them. I put a little crease in the end of the arrow and then put in the quiver then I shot it and surprisingly it went pretty far probably a good 20 feet. So I took it out and started looking for food then I saw it a rabbit sitting right in front of me I put the arrow in the quiver and I shot it. I took it back to camp and I realized I had to skin it so I used my rock knife to skin it and I found another straight stick to stab the rabbit and then I cooked it over the fire. I was

After that we sat in silence for about 20 minutes until the cold began to nip at my feet and the tips of my fingers which made me very restless but I tried to do my best so I would not scare away the deer. When we hit the 60 minute mark I was bored out of my mind, I thought I would go crazy, but suddenly my Father grabbed my coat and pointed out Words the west side of the field that we were watching. I