Personal Narrative: What Really Happen After Death

“What really happens after you die?” This question passes the mind of the living, no doubt, numerous times in their lifetime. To think about it, even for a moment, gives us a feel of insanity. The answer lies beyond what we can only believe. Perhaps, we may never know what really happens after death until we are dead and in the ground.
Our curiosity hangs from those who are able to share their stories of their experience with the dead. Twenty-one year old Austin Buxton was able to share his story with me. After asking if he would be comfortable detailing his story with me, he replies, “Yeah, that’s cool. I’d love to do it.” He shags his curly black hair and runs a hand down his face, preparing himself for the questioning to approach. He begins

Unlike Austin, he is not as intent to kill a turkey. Alone, Austin continues down the road. He walks through a gate, gets down a knee, and says a prayer. He stops when the road forks off into two. “I don’t know why. Something told me go left,” he says. Without second thoughts, he goes left. Down the road, Austin comes to the edge of a food plot. He stops and listens, and he could hear the rustling of dead fallen leaves. He knows right off the back that turkeys are in his domain. He is overly excited, but he has to stay calm and quiet in order to keep the turkeys from spooking. Like every hunter, Austin has to hide. He looks to the side of the food plot. A tree sticks out like a sore thumb, and Austin knows this is his spot.
At the tree side, Austin sits and camouflages himself against the bark of the tree. He is unseen in the tall grass with his Mossy Oak apparel. “I had my gun up, and I could hear a turkey drumming. When they drum, they close,” he informs me. Austin watches as a turkey struts off a hill and into the food plot. He shifts positions, scaring off another turkey in the food plot he had not noticed. “’You done screwed it up. You messed it all up,’ I told myself, but something in the back of my mind said, ‘Be patient. Stay where you are.’ That’s when them turkeys went to

Then, on their own, the turkeys would start to gobble. Austin tells me that the situation was insane. He stopped calling and listened to the gobbling turkeys until they stopped. He decided to call again, finally drawing the turkeys in. “They stopped right before they got to the road and started gobbling their heads off. My heart was about to blow out of my chest.” The turkeys walked across the road and into the food plot. One of them, at full strut, was 20 yards away. Before the turkeys left the food plot, Austin took aim and pulled the trigger. One turkey toppled to