Personal Narrative Essay: The Day I Shot My First Deer

“ Just because something isn’t happening to you right now doesn’t mean that it will never happen.” I started hunting when I was ten years old, ( I was twelve at the time this took place). I have seen deer while hunting, but I have never had the chance to shoot a deer. Going into this day, I really thought I was not going to see anything. I still had that little hope though that I would shoot my first deer.

At about two o’clock, my dad and I headed over to the hunting land my dad leased in Wautoma. We drove down a long gravel road to get to the property. We parked the car at the end of the road, and gotten out of the car without slamming the doors. We quietly put on our orange jackets. I then grabbed my gun and put one bullet in each pocket so

I I sat there searching through my phone looking to see if any other people shot a deer. Then I heard it. I quickly shut off my phone and set it down. Louder crunching came from the bottom of the ridge. Once again I set my gun on my lap and waited. I heard it slowly crunching it’s way up the ridge. Then I saw was it was... a deer! I put my gun up slowly and looked through the scope until I found the deer. ( I was shaking so badly I thought I was going to shoot the tree behind the deer. ) I moved my finger on to the trigger, and slowly squeezed it. “ Click” is all I heard. Then nothing happened. So I aimed another time and pulled the trigger. “Click”. I started to get frustrated. I didn’t understand why this was happening. “ Push the safe to fire, and then try again.” My dad whispered. So I did what he said. I put the gun back up and did everything accordingly. This time when I pulled the trigger the deer kicked its back legs and I quickly put another bullet in the gun. I listened to hear if I could hear the deer running, but I listened, and I heard nothing. So I put the gun on my back and slowly followed by dad down the