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Personal Narrative: When I Shot My First Deer

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My memory when I was little was when I shot my first deer
I was walking back in the woods and me my dad and my dog were sitting there and we didn 't see no deer around or no signs of wildlife but we heard a lot of gun shots around the mountain me my dad and my dog walked back to the truck and we where eating and went to go talk to my mom and when we were coming back from are break. I got out of the truck and walked down a trail and my dad was stayed with the dog in the truck and I was coming back to the truck and I saw something laying down under a pine tree and I found out it was a deer and I took a shot and I think I missed under the leg while it was laying down and it got up and I reloaded so fast that it couldn 't move or run away
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