Personal Narrative: It's A Guy Thing

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.

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

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.

It was the middle of October, and it was finally time for my long awaited moose hunt. I have waited ever since I was a little girl for this opportunity, and it was finally here. So, my father and I packed up our stuff and left the warmth of Phoenix. We were leaving the "Valley of the Sun" and headed for a place called Wyoming. After two days and fourteen long hours of driving, we made it to our hunting unit.

One glorious morning my grandpa and I got up bright and early. We got ready and headed into the woods to prepare for our deer hunt. We walked through the brush as quiet as possible so that we would not spook any animals in the area. On our way to the hunting spot, we stopped in a couple areas to take in how beautiful the view was. Once we took the view in we kept moving toward our hunting spot. Finally, we reach our hunting blind and we get all set up for the hunt. My grandpa and I sat in the blind and talked quietly about how we hoped a deer would come by soon so that we didn’t have to hunt all day. About twenty-five minutes into the hunt I hear a faint noise come from behind me. My eyes lit up with excitement hoping that when I turned around

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.

It was a Saturday evening my sister and I got our hunting clothes on and our guns ready. We got packed up with some extra bullets and some snacks for while we are sitting in the stand. After we got ready we started the walk out to the woods which was not long because we rode the gator down the old trail. It's a windy trail with lots of rocks in the middle and trees surrounding it and also a lot of puddles. We drove practically to the stand then walked very quietly the rest of the way. We got to the stand and we grabbed all of our things and headed up the long wooden stairs of the white deer stand with the tree branches painted on the side. Once I get up the stairs I get situated and comfortable for the wait that is about as long as waiting for a girl to get ready to go out. My sister is much better at being quiet then me and the whole time i'm getting situated i'm bumping my head on the ceiling, hitting the chair on the wall, accidentally set the gun down loudly against the wall. The whole time my sister was probably rolling her eyes at how loud I was. The clear glass windows are opened and the

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

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 early morning in October, my dad and I had just got out of the truck, the time was around 6:00. We were heading for our hunting stand at my grandpa George Knapp’s Land. The dew was fresh on the grass, the moon was a silver ball and our only direction to the stand, because the sun had not yet risen. We could hear an owl far away, the soft “who” sound it made was the only thing that could be heard.

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.

When I went deer hunting, it was boring. My brother Adam and I got up at 5:30 a.m., had a cup of coffee, and went out and sat in the deer stand from sunrise to noon. All we saw were birds. We sat there hour after hour. Then we saw a mallard. I drew a bead on the duck, but didn’t shoot it. As we sat there, the wind picked up and it started to get cold. I asked Adam if we could go in for awhile and he said yes. When we got back to the house, I was freezing. We had a cup of coffee with my uncle. I went and laid down on the couch and took a 4 hour nap.

I woke up around 6:30 in the morning and I realized I had not eaten in days and I was starving. So I went out and started looking for something to eat, but I couldn’t find anything, then out of the corner of my eye I saw a rabbit so I jumped for But unfortunately I missed and the rabbit hopped away. So I went back to the camp, and I sat there and I was thinking how was I going to catch any animals then it hit me.I started out in the woods looking of a curved stick and eventually after looking for one for about twenty minutes I found one I tried to break it but it was to hard so it was a good stick. So I started walking back to camp when I got there I took one of my shoelaces and tied it to the stick the shoelace was nice and sturdy so I knew this was going to be a good bow.

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.

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.