Personal Narrative: Hunting

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Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him. His glossy feathers seemed to be shimmering in the blaze of the sunrise. All I ever wanted my entire life was that moment. I tried to be a ruthless killer that lurked in the damp wilderness that morning. Hunting was my passion, and I needed that single moment of success. I remember the day like the back of my hand. My dad woke me up around 6 a.m. with an almost silent knock on my bedroom door. Nobody had to tell me, I knew it was time. I soundlessly creeped out of bed, and slid into my camos. I could feel the eagerness from both of us wanting to get into the woods as soon as possible. When I walked into the groggy wilderness trying to sneakily locate the ultimate killing spot, I vividly remember perching myself against a tall thin oak tree. My dad sat with me. He never missed out on such adventures. The 20 gage shotgun had been in my hand for probably around twenty swift minutes when I saw something that I knew would make that day the best day of my life.…show more content…
The biggest long beard I had ever seen in my lifetime was now miles away. His destiny was saved that day. One bang and that’s all it took to ruin what was supposed to be the greatest moment of my existence. I felt that I let both myself and my dad down. Practice makes perfect, they say. I shot my gun countless times which is why I was embarrassed to miss such an easy slow target. There’s no lower feeling than walking out of the woods empty handed when you had an ultimate opportunity to come back with a bird and a story to share. I don’t know why I was so frustrated with myself. I know everyone fails at least once in their life. This just wasn’t what I wanted to be a failure at. I wanted to prove to myself and every other person that I would make it happen. And, I
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