Personal Narrative: Rattlesnake

As I turned over onto my back, I palmed Cat and used the larger end as a club and beat it in the head. My strength was sapped and I was sure that if I kept making noise my parents were going to bust through the door at any minute. My next swing needed to count big. I rolled to the right to give my arm the widest swing possible. I hoped the momentum would help me hit the snake hard enough to kill it. It went up in ash, and I flopped onto to my stomach gasping. I turned on my side and pulled my knees into my chest.

As a child of a coon hunter, I personally love the sport. But there is more to it than just the sport that I love. When I started getting into hunting and showing hounds, I was about 12. Not because I was forced to, but it was because I watched my Dad do it and I wanted to be like him. So I started off at YEP events. I did everything I could there. If there was a field race, I entered my dog. If there was a treeing contest, I entered my dog. Did I do all of them? No, because I would be at another event when the one I signed up for was. I was either in it or watching my sister. When I started hunting more than anything, I started at a YEP event also. I hunted a dog named Jeb, he was my mom’s hound. In my first competition hunt ever, I had won high scoring male and second place. I was knocked out of first because of 25 circle points.

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

Having been a man of means and position, it had presumably not been necessary for him to work for a living like the rest of us, so at the time of his death he had had about seventy adult years in which he was free to do whatever he wanted to do, to pursue any calling he wished or to work at anything he felt worthy of his considerable abilities.

On 11/01/17, at approximately 4:33pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian with Franklin County Animal Care and Control was dispatched to the State Route 315 North and Rich St on a police assist. I arrived on scene at approximately 4:55pm and met with Columbus Division of Police (CPD) Officer T. Eklins #1963. CPD Eklins stated the van (green) was abandon on the side of the freeway. As CPD Officer Eklins approached the van, the side door was open and a medium mix (Black) dog barked at him. I had CPD Officer Eklins complete a police assist form. I utilized my snare pole and placed the dog in my vehicle. The dog was wearing a 2013 Dog license. I located dog owner Roger Hamby (1495 Greenleaf Rd). I requested that FCACC Dispatcher B. Grotsky try to contact dog owner. FCACC Dispatcher B. Grotsky had to leave a voice message for dog owner. I cleared from the location at approximately 5:27pm.

It was a crisp fall day, the weather was perfect when I found out I was going hunting… with a gun! I was 9,but it did not come straight to me that I was going to shoot a gun, I rushed to my room grabbing my hunting supplies. When we both said goodbye to our family, we scurried over to the truck. He almost landed face first in the mud like me. “whoa-!” I piped out falling into mud. “Nice camo kid.”Dad said sarcastically when he helped me up I gave a small smile and I said in a sarcastic tone “Hardy har har”, and we set off into the woods.

Do not let anyone say that watching television rots the mind or causes people to have unrealistic expectations about life, because when the zombie apocalypse plagues this earth all of those hours of binge watching “The Walking Dead” will come in handy. If the zombie apocalypse happened tomorrow, I would be more than ready to take on a world of flesh eating monsters. My journey of survival would depend on three vital items: my Toyota Avalon, a katana, and wood- a lot of wood. These objects are the necessities for success in the Armageddon: quick scavenging missions, easy zombie defeats, and most importantly, protection. This is the recipe for endurance when the world ends.

All I heard was rattlesnakes noises every time I walked on the leaves. I started cringing every time I heard that sound. I thought I was going to die, it was getting louder and louder each time I took a step, then I turned around and it was just my dad.

My nose was hurting, and I was trying to piece things together. When I took a look in the mirror everything came back to me, I was being hunted by something unknown, and the feeling of being watched came back to me. I was beginning to panic, but realized I was safe. The monster didn't want to kill me other wise I would be dead, this was a game to it, it was its way to have a good time and relieve itself of boredom. I would only be hunting if I played along to, or tried to face it. Fear is only scary if you allow it to be. I went to the wooded area where I was met by it before, it still smelled the same so I knew it was near. I waited for almost a half hour before falling asleep in the woods, it was peaceful in there and it felt surreal. The dream i was having was the most peaceful thing i have ever experienced, there was a medley of tunes that made my body vibrate, the perfect shade of light to make it seem like it was a holy place. The thing was i never woke, the monster had killed me in my sleep, things like this happen when you try and face your fears, all alone, at least i felt at peace. I also didn't feel alone, it felt like everybody i knew as there beside me, trying to guide me through this unknown place, the hunter got me in the end but it taught me things i would have not known if it had never

Mary was on her way to the grocery store when she saw Frank out in the front yard mowing his overgrown grass. He waved for her to come over because they needed to talk about the upcoming block party, but she didn't have time just now. As she got into her car, Mary said Call me tomorrow. Wait! Frank jogged over. I have to get going, Frank. We can chat tomorrow. Well, I just wanted to ask you if we should get veggie burgers, too. I thonk we should have some options for the non-carnivores.Of course. Sounds good.I have to run, but we can go over it all tomorrow on the phone.Oh, and should we get gluten-free buns, too? Uh, sure...Let's talk tomorrow. Ok? Ok. Later then. See you later

As I ate my Cheerios I wondered where my Dad and Brother where they had left last night without saying a word. My sister Kat was sleeping on the couch of our run down house, my mom was outside smoking her Camel smokes and, my other brother Dayrl was making breakfast in the kitchen. This is how things normally were but, Merle(the brother from before) was starting to act strange and he left us with our abusive Father more often and would come back a week later when he got back he said that he went to do some work but he wouldn't tell us what kind of work it was. A lot of times our Father beat us or mom he was an alcoholic but when we wasn't drunk he was a good guy. As I finished my breakfast Dayrl yelled from the kitchen. "Go wake up your sister!

Back when I was a space cadet in space district 69, I would try as much as I could to be on top of my class, but I also had the biggest class in space district 69 history. District 69 was one of 762 districts in the UN that was started by a planet called Earth which was also called district 1. Out of all the districts in the UN district 69 was one of the most respected districts, so my officials from my district always expected us as a class to be better and to be smarter than the rest of the districts.

I would always see my dad come I and out with his hunting gear on and a rifle in his hand and wonder if I could do that. Some mornings I would hear him downstairs getting all of his gear on and thinking to myself, I would like to do that one day. Every now and then my daddy would come and get me and we would go track the deer. I personally have always liked tracking deer because when you track with a blood trail your head is always down looking for more blood, but when you happen to look up and see the deer, all of this adrenaline just rushes through your body and it is like no other feeling. Some days I would see my dad coming down the driveway with a deer in the bed of his truck. My mom would always be discussed and would not want to lay

    In an overall sense, my family and I are not animal friendly. Growing up, I was never allowed to have any pets or be near any animal that wasn’t our which was all of them. That made me develop a sense of fear every time I am around anything that walks on four legs. There is one specific animal I had a few rough encounters with. There are approximately 4.5 million dog bites in the United States each year.

Ever since I was 10 one topic has always fascinated me, hunting. Even though I grew up in the city and have only gone hunting 3 times, I've always loved doing it. I’ve only ever got one deer, it was a doe. I got it the opening day for 2017 (Nov. 15).