Personal Narrative: My First Shot

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It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window. I then began to laugh, and could not stop, and the deer stopped and fell down like a ton of bricks. We waited until the time was right to go and check on her. We found the deer around 100 yards
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