Life Changing Events-Personal Narrative

Life changing events are different for everyone. The first time I killed a deer it lit a passion in me for the outdoors and helped me to carry on the tradition of my family. I had gone scouting with my dad prior to this and I had even gone hunting a few times, but I had never killed a deer. I had shot a gun. I knew the loud crack in my ear, the gentle kick back against my shoulder, and I knew how to aim. I was pretty good at lining my target up in the crosshairs. However, the opportunity had never presented itself for me to claim the trophy. This day was different. The first time I killed a deer it lit a passion in me for the outdoors and helped me to carry on the tradition of my family. My dad had told me we were going hunting,

We got to the blind and got situated before the sun came up. I sat a looked at the scenery, scanning the hillside for a buck. In my softest voice, I whispered to my dad. “How long do we wait?”

“As long as it takes, buddy,” he replied. We sat for most of the morning without seeing a buck. After four hours, my dad decided we should leave and come back in the evening. We packed it up, climbed out of the blind and headed for our camp Our plan was to back before dark.

Deer movement picked up around dark. Then, my dad saw something. A buck was coming across the field. “Do you see it?” he asked excitedly. After a few seconds of searching through the scope, I told him, “I see it! Can I shoot?” It was a spike, on its way from the brushy hillside. I put the crosshair behind its front shoulder and tried to shoot. “I can’t pull the trigger,” I told my dad. So, he slipped off the safety and I shot. The deer kept walking. I put another shell in the chamber of the gun and put the cross hair back on the deer’s shoulder. I shot it again, and the deer did not go down. I put another shell in, and it just kept coming up the hill. We had to reload the gun and get out of the blind. The buck went down in between the two hills. When it came back up, I shot at least two more times. I had finally killed my first buck! After the initial excitement, my dad took me back to the camp to wait while he and my grandpa got the