Personal Narrative: Predator

The darkness fades away as the sun goes up, the sound of the feeder throwing deer corn falling in the dirt attract the animals into a meeting in the forest, in the middle of nowhere where the trees are huges as the towers, and the frosty of the wind touches my face I begin the wait in my blind, waiting for the deers to approach. As I begin the wait in a middle of a forest where everything is quiet, I heard the chirping of the crickets, and the wind touching the branches of the trees covering with a cold breeze. Soon I heard the crack of branch, it was getting closer and closer, at first I got nervous I didn’t know how to react I stayed still, and slightly moving my hand trying to reach my binoculars, slowly I took them out of my backpack

Slowly moving my body up and taking a look more closer with my binoculars I saw behind the first deer a couple of more coming down a hill and right behind them I buches moving like something dangerous was coming, the animals were aware about a new predator, I felt like they were staring at me, making me the predator, but i couldn 't tell what they were staring at, as I look more closer, looking down I saw a herd of hogs passing by the deers, they were distracted I felt like that was my opportunity to get prepared, so I slowly pulled out my rifle aiming into the deer, the wind passing by took the chewing sound of the

The branches of the tree shaking as the birds fly away of the shooting area.

Did I kill it ? Did he just ran away? or did he dodge the bullet? I didn’t knew what I did I guess the sound of the bullet spreading the gunpowder away, make myself nervous and made me closed my eyes. I wait a little bit to see if something was coming out again, but nothing it was just me and the wind, I got out of my blind and look for the blood marks as I soon reach the last drop of the blood mak I saw the deer taking the last breath. I looked at it and said man you gave so much trouble with my nerves, as I pulled him to a spot where I can take a picture I got some blood in my hands, I didn’t see it as a big deal but minutes later after the picture the deer got a last surprise for me…

As I got bigger as a sponge with water, I find out I was allergic to deer blood, when I looked back at the deer I saw it sticking out the tongue out making his final movements the worst for me, making me almost die too, eventually karma will hit you, sooner and less than you