Personal Narrative Essay

So I began to follow them because if there were people out here there must be shelter. I was following them until i found a house so I knocked on it and a man with a gun come up and refuses to

One early saturday morning my dad (Shawn), my cousin (trey), and I woke up at 2:30 a.m. to go duck hunting. When we get out there we are one of the first people there and 4:00 comes along and we sent out to our spot. When we come to a spot that boats can't go we have to walk for about 15 minutes. As we are putting out the last of are decoys we here so more people throwing out decoys and they are pretty close. Well, we start talking to them and they are pretty nice and they ask if they can hunt with us and we said yes. Then, daylight comes and a group of ducks come in and we shot but I was the only one that killed one that we could find and it´s a drake which is a male mallard. Then, my dad shoots and we could not find his ducks.

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?

In 1997, while bow hunting in the Ocala National Forest. I saw two large male bears eating grubs and one of them caught and begun to eat a Cotton Tail rabbit. They were approximately ½ mile from each other. It seemed like the very second that the bear with the rabbit tore it apart, I saw the other bear lift his nose to the air and was at a full run and was to the other bear within a minute. The first bear was bigger, but the second bear seemed to be hungrier and quickly took the remains of the rabbit away and out of sight. Thinking that it was a waste of time to remain in the area I returned to my jeep to head back to camp and get some lunch for myself. Upon reaching the logging road that lead to my jeep, I found large bear prints within my

First, At about eleven o'clock I was riding around on my deer lease just listening to music and looking for deer. Also I was checking my game cameras. Next, I checked my deer camera and I thought I would make a circle and see if I could see any deer. So we are about halfway through making a circle and we start seeing some deer. Also, we saw a really big ten point, but it's about eleven thirty now and it's getting frigid .

I sit and watch the morning pass by, an occasional raven flies by calling to its family, and all of a sudden something catches my eye. I look to the south and over the top of the hill comes a deer, my first deer of the season. I watch and realize it is a

It was just a normal day like any other I was walking down my street and a group of us wanted to go camping, we got all our gear ready and went on, the first night was a little spooky, we were hearing strange sounds in the bushes near our campsite. In the morning we went to go see what was in the bushes nothing but unknown footprints.We were all debating on what the creature was, so the second night came by and then we heard the noise again all but Dave went outside the tents to see what was making that sound, we started shining flashlights until we heard a fast running sound away, all of were spooked out, in the morning we found out that Dave was not in his tent, we all thought he went to the bathroom but for a couple hours he still was not back.(153)

After we were done on the ATV, Tia and I started to get worried about Lacey. We looked around for her and started to see something moving through the tall verdure. My sister ran over and saw my

I got in my car and backed out. I remember hearing the loud Thump! It made when I backed into him. I ran out of the car, carried my cats lifeless body into the house, and sobbed.

About five years ago, my friend Santi and I went to investigate a deer trail in my backyard that led into the woods. It was our goal to find out where it lead to, and instead of us meeting that goal, we found something that we wished we wouldn’t have found.

The sun was starting to dim, and the night was beginning to set in. We walked approximately seven miles in the woods, and then we saw a piece of the child’s clothing that the bear had left behind. The group decided to split up in hopes of finding the bear before dawn. My brother, my dad, and I took off on a path leading to a small spring. As we walked, we heard a noise nearby. We stayed quiet and I pointed my gun towards the noise that was approaching us. It was a pair of hikers who were running from a bear about half a mile from where we were standing. We quickly asked them to describe the exact location of the bear. “He seems angry,” said one of the hikers. We followed the hiker’s description to find the location of the

Once I arrived on the island I heard more shots and then a cry. I was too tired to investigate, so I fell into to a deep sleep. I awoke late in the afternoon and began walking the beach, that’s when I found where the animal was shot. The brush was pressed down, and blood was on the ground next to an empty 22. Shell. I found boot prints and began to follow them. I arrived at a chateau and knocked. A huge man greeted me with a revolver pointed at my head, and didn’t speak when I talked to him. I thought for sure I was going to die, but then the man dropped his gun to his side and saluted.

My friend and I were walking on the side of The Upper Iowa River by Lidtke Mill when we had heard a noise that had came from the trees. At first we did not know where it had came from. But soon after that we had seen someone or something come out from in the trees. They were carrying something. I had thought it was a body but my friend thought different. She had thought it was just some sticks or like leaves from a grass area. Of course now we were scared to go to the mill. Because we did not know who he was or what he had. But we were not very smart and we ended up going to the mill.

We seemed to walk on for miles and miles, but finally my dad stopped me, and slowly said in a soft whisper, “We are here.” We traversed for a couple more feet, until we found the latter. I handed my dad the gun and started climbing up the stand. Getting in and out of the stand is the worst part for me, especially when the latter is slick, and slimy from dew. When we were climbing up, we saw the silhouette of a big deer run by the stand. This is gonna be the day I get my first deer. We got up in the stand, and looked out into the huge field. The first signs of daylight were creeping over the landscape.

As the morning wore on I began to get anxious and fidgety feeling that no deer were going to come. As I was contemplating whether to leave my stand in the field, I recognized two deer grazing peacefully in the middle of the field. I quickly pulled up and looked through my scope and saw nothing but green fuzz. I was so nervous that I had forgotten to readjust the focus on my scope. As I did, the deer saw me move and began to trot away from me and into the protection of the forest. I managed to get my scope in focus in time to see that there was a buck and a doe. My chance had finally come. I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I immediately stood up from my stand and jogged over to where they had entered the woods. Once in the woods, I evaluated the surroundings and had a good