Personal Narrative: My First Buck

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.

After we went upstairs and packed like usual. Finally we loaded up the van and left to go to the Pow Wow grounds. By the time we got there and parked it was about 10.

Anyway, after that, we went shopping for food for the week. That was pretty boring. We got home and sat around for a while, and a little longer,

Next thing I knew, it was February 12th, the night before my big hunt. I was so ecstatic that night, I could not sleep. I stayed up through the night cleaning my gun and making sure I packed everything. I ended up sleeping on the five hour drive to the hunting grounds. The next couple of hours we spent setting up the tents and gathering wood to make a fire. We got to sleep early that night so we could get up early and scout the area.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

While we were heading back down to our home, we stopped by a couple of nice restaurants. I can’t remember the names of them because I was completely tired and ready to go to bed but they had delectable hamburgers. After that we continued our trip back home. Then we drove through Kentucky, It was really warm there. The grass was green and the trees and plants were too. It was a lot more satisfying than I thought.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

What I wanted on summer vacation made me end with a heavy debt on my shoulders. The debt that I haven?t paid off yet to my dad. Buying the PC was a good idea, but I messed it up myself. Last school holiday I had the bright idea to buy a PC, PCs are strong, easy to use, and reliable. I am a guy who wants to experience all fields of gaming, when some people like calm and relaxing games. Others might like driving, sports, strategy games, or some action. For me, I try all types of games, so to do that I have to get myself a PC, and what?s cheaper than building one yourself (at least what it?s normally like).

Delano then pulled a gun from his ankle holster and places it on the table top. --

Since the day I turned six years old I have been in love with the sport of hunting. My love for hunting started when my dad took me with him for the first time when I was five. As we sat in the cold, dark forest, my young mind could not be any more excited as I took in the sights, smells and sounds the forest offered to me. That particular hunt we did not get lucky enough to harvest a deer, probably due to the fact that I could not keep still, but I did not care I loved the placidity the forest provided to a hunter. Hunting had become a major part of my life and I did not even have my license yet.

My first buck was a 6 point ,small but still a 6 point and this is all about me killing it.I was 11 and I was so happy because my dad bought me a new gun.I woke up at 9:00 in the morning to get ready and go up north with my dad.When we were in the car we would look at the trees and animals we passed.We would see bucks sometimes and the biggest one I have seen was a 10 point but since i was little he looked big.we said when we got there we would go back and start hunting but when we got there it was dark so we just went to sleep.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Sunday is starting to get going and I’m more anxious than ever to finally get my deer I have been searching for since 2011. This morning is more relaxed with a “cabin breakfast” of squirrel, dove, potatoes, eggs, and whatever else is available to eat. 9 am is sneaking up very quickly and our woodland church service is starting with 20 hunters in attendance. This tradition has been going on for over 20 years. Sitting and driving over 800 acres of forest and field land, on the prowl for that prize. Morning started out cold as every November day would, the deer were lying low in their beds and not moving much. The Chicago drive is always what we push in the morning, because it always produces some fresh meat.

I had just gotten home from bicking with my best friend Brooke and her brother and baby setter. We had just gotten home from the dollar store and i was pulling into my driveway I noticed the garage door was closed I thought maybe they closed the garage because Blake has a birthday party to go to.As I pulled into the driveway on my bike and I go to the keypad to get into the garage. When I got close I saw a note on the keypad I read it out loud

“Write a book,” I am told, “it will help you make money after college.” If only they understood that writing is no small feat for me. But I do as well as I can. They say I do well, and it is quite frankly annoying, as well as painfully difficult for one such as me to believe. I am not nearly so talented at writing as they, but perhaps I can tell you a few things I can do: I can ride most any horse I get on, English, western, whatever their preference. I love to dance, and I know I will be excellent at it. I can listen to someone talk for hours about their problems and I am fair at giving reasonable advice. I am friendly and compassionate, if a little excitable. I share what knowledge I have and I try to make those I love happy. I take pleasure