Personal Narrative-Raptors

My eyes gravitated toward sudden movement in the right side of the binoculars. I instantly caught a glance of a huge rack of antlers creeping out of the pine trees. Instinctively, I threw down the binoculars, grabbed my gun, found the buck in my cross-hairs, took the safety off, and fired. The deer immediately dropped.

- Krista then utilizes her resources and does a search for this phone #. She foreshadows the silence as she researches this.

After we are divided into teams, and everyone assembles at their stations, the fun can begin. Bow comes first, where stillness and accuracy is everything. As I begin, I hear the snap of the arrow being notched onto the string and feel the muscles across my upper back ripple as I draw. Standing there, I hear complete silence as I focus on seeing the small yellow circle of the bull’s eye. The wind blows, and I feel myself sway in the mercy of the wind. My muscles begin to tremble, signaling me to release. I slowly squeeze the trigger, and before I can blink, I hear the thump of the arrow hit the target.

“Hello, my name is Jessie Hamasaki. I guess you can call me back anytime at this number. Thank you I hope to be hearing from you soon.” She hung up the phone, with a strange look on her face. With that she put her phone down on the nightstand and laid down for a little while longer.

"On the count of three, arches begin. One, two, three," yelled John. The sounds of arrows being released from bows sounded from around her. While, strands of her dark hair blew across her face as she stared beyond at the target. She lifted her bow and arrow, knowing the wind would affect it. As she aimed, the others finished making the air silent except for the beating off her heart. She focused on the red dot to where it was the only thing she saw, along with the tip of the arrow. Then after one exhale she released it. However, the arrow flew straight into the bushes behind the target. Bursts of laughter rang across the land. "I told you! Natives can't work their own weapons," a laughing man whispered. It must have been her nerves, she thought. One last chance to prove that she was better than the rest.

The wind whistled through my hair, and the smells of the night assaulted my nostrils as I dodged around the trees. Pale moonlight pierced the foliage above me revealing the obstacles in my path. Breathing hard, I stopped, searching into the shadows. A campfire blazed off in the distance. Pulling my bow from my back, I notch an arrow in it. Stalking forward, I move until the faint silhouettes of the camp’s inhabitants come into sight. Three people lay near the fire, while a fourth stood guard. I pull my right hand back and take a deep breath in. I release the arrow with my breath and send the arrow flying toward the lone guard. Flying true, it slammed through his skull and quickly felled him. Setting my bow back in the quiver, I quickly moved

The next morning we went out anyways, even though my dad didn't want to go. and it had just turned light and there was a doe 75 yards away from the stand so I asked my dad if he would let me shoot it and he said yeah, and I embedded the crosshairs on the deer's shoulder and pulled the trigger of the big,bulky gun. I heard a “boom” and then all of the sudden the deer jumped straight up in the air and collapsed. 30 minutes later we went down and got her and she was a heavy doe and we dragged her back to the truck and got her processed.Climbing,sitting,swinging, and sweating are all parts of hunting. You swing in the treestand, you sit as still as you can, you climb up the tree to your stand and all the hills around it, and you sweat getting to the stand sometimes. Some people in today's world think that hunting has ceased to be what it was years ago because now it's too easy.Another story I remember is this one the year I was old enough to sit alone in the stand and my dad told me don't shoot anything unless it's a buck and I said ok and he walked off into the darkness. The first day we had off to hunt I couldn't hunt. I really wanted to go

I watched as her cheeks went slightly red for a moment at my questioning. Perhaps it was my wording of it. Still, she nodded her head after looking over the phone thoughtfully.

Do you have a phone with you?” Shoot. I wasn’t expecting a reply… “Um…it’s a gift I have.

It’s a brisk November morning like any other day, but today isn’t any other day, today is the first day of firearm deer season. Shots are going off everywhere like world war three declared on deer. I’m wrapped in every hunting garment I own but winters cold embrace always finds its way in. My cheeks are rosy red and my breath was thick in the air. As I raise my shotgun and pull the trigger, my heart races and my hands shake. As I race after my prize, the sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet are muffled by the ringing in my ears. I’m walking face to the ground like a hound on a trail and then my eyes caught it, my very first whitetail. I will never forget my first deer and the joy I felt sharing it with my family. Hunting

“Fire!” The older man shouted from the door way which made me jump and snapped me back to reality. The sound of arrows flying and colliding with the targets down the range as soon as I got my arrow notched. I pulled up my bow with the string beginning to tense back as is stare down the sights and search for my target. I am down that sight which is

As I skip my way up the stairs, ready to recap my day to Alice, my phone shrills, causing me to pause just before my front door to retrieve it. “Hey, Alice.”

“Alrighty!” Amethyst answered with joy in her voice that hadn’t ever gone away the days she was with Micah. So, Micah went back to his tinkering and Amethyst picked up the phone.

There’s in almost no way to describe it in words. That feeling you get as you let the arrow fly. The sound that rings through every part of your body as you hit the target. The power and the strength. The feeling that you can do anything.

We got back out to a new spot at 2:00, we started hunting right away. We had hunted till about 5:00 and we saw a group of doe’s and they started working their way towards us and we waited for about half an hour and they got close. We relied there were two bucks in the back of the group, once they got in range I trusted myself to take a shot and I hit one of the bucks. I had to trust myself and had confidence that I made a good shot. We waited for about half an hour after I shot before we started looking of it. We looked from 6:00 to 9:00 and had only found my arrow which was completely covered in blood and it had started to rain and we could not find a blood trail, and it had gotten dark so we called it a night and went back to town and planned on waking up early in the morning to go look