Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Hunting

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on October 11th i went on a hunt that would change my hunting experience. I walked to my stand with my dad and we saw some fresh tracks. we had some bait out and then we went to the stand the bait was gone we got up in the stand and got ready.we got up in the stand and brought the gun up and got settled in.

At about 4:45 pm a deer came in it was almost dark and I got a clear shot at it my heart was beating like a drum it went right between two trees and bam then instantly i saw blood fly and then she fell to the ground

we went to track it i still had the jitters from shooting and it was really cold we found it i thought it was a rock but it was the deer sitting there dead as a doornail.we brought it back to the cabin and cleaned it and

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