Personal Narrative: My First Year Of Deer Hunting

Fall is my favorite season out of the other three sensational seasons in Minnesota. I love fall because it happens to be my favorite sports season in the year. No, not volleyball or football season, but deer hunting. My very first year of deer hunting was a fun experience to get used to the feeling of hunting. I ended up get a doe the second week of hunting, which was alright, but it wasn’t my best year yet. My favorite year was my second year of hunting.

November 8th, 2014. The first Saturday of the deer hunting season. Opening day. It was about 20 to 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside. 5:00 a.m. My dad rushed into my room and told me to wake up. I had to force myself to wake up and get out of bed. I dressed in my blaze orange of course, and ate

I am finally out in the stand. The cold breeze against my face and the birch trees swaying around my open window deer stand made me hyped for the start of the season. At the time I was only thirteen, so I couldn’t just sit in the stand by myself. I had to be with an adult, so I sat with my dad. My dad and I sat out there the whole morning and saw….nothing! The start of my hunting season was turning out to be like last year’s season when I didn’t see a thing the whole first weekend. After a whole three hours of sitting in the brisk wilderness, my dad and I drove back to my grandpa’s house with the four wheeler. I enjoyed my second breakfast, which was the leftover hot chocolate I had earlier this morning, and a delectable Subway breakfast sandwich with egg, cheese and bacon. Since we had a long and boring morning, my dad and I decided to head back home and rest for the night shift of hunting. When we returned home, I undressed from all my orange clothing and took a long nap. I woke up to eat lunch, which was some warm homemade soup that my mother had made my dad and I to eat for lunch. After lunch, we were ready to head out

My dad and I were sitting in the stand. I was mostly daydreaming and my dad was staring off somewhere in the other direction. I was sitting there when all of the sudden I heard something. It was a little snap, like of a branch, but it was quiet, not loud. I quickly, but quietly, turned my chair around to see what it was. I looked through the trees and saw what it was right away. It was a deer. Now, I had no idea what the gender of the deer was, so I just assumed that it was a doe. I thought nothing of it, and I whispered to my dad, “Hey dad, I see a deer”. He told me to try to get my gun up and shoot. That is when I noticed that the “doe” was more of a buck. In fact, it was an eight point buck. As soon as I saw eight points on that buck, I instantly had what they call “buck fever”. My hands started to tremble. I felt a chill down my spine and I was starting to hyperventilate. I was so nervous, it felt as if my heart was going to explode from having too fast of a heart rate. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere in my body, including my hands, which was the most important part of hunting because I needed to use my hands for pulling the trigger. I couldn’t concentrate, nor shoot. I tried to get the buck in my scope, but I couldn’t. My heart was rushing even faster. I thought that I may not have an opportunity at this magnificent buck, and I may never get another chance at this in my lifetime. The longer I waited to shoot, the faster my heart was beating and my hands