Personal Narrative Essay: Hunting In The Woods

thought it was going to be just an average day, but I was most definitely wrong. I had put on my hunting clothes, clipped my ammunition on my black pants, then held my shotgun under my arm. After making sure I was all good to go hunting in the woods, I set off. As I started walking, I could hear people talking in the distance, gravel crunching under my feet and deer galloping across the forest floor. It was very good I could hear deer because I was on one mission; to hunt any animals. I needed the meat to feed my family. Even though it seemed like we were wealthy; being that I had hunting equipment and we owned an acreage, we had just gone bankrupt around 3 months ago. We were now living paycheck to paycheck, hardly getting enough food to survive. All our clothes were cheap, ratty and old. In order to save some money and get some more food I went hunting every week. Usually I have some luck and this day I was hoping for plenty animals.

This particular day I was going to the forest near my house to hunt. The forest had 18 foot tall

I felt like I was a disappointment. I tried to find my way back to where I started chasing the deer originally. It took a lot of walking and searching, but finally I got back to the gravel pathway I had started chasing it on. I walked past more trees and bushes and rocks. I was thinking about how much I would disappoint my wife when I told her. I didn’t get us dinner, which was a basic thing we needed to live. I was in a zone, nothing seemed to matter. As i got closer and closer to my small house I could hear people's voices getting closer and closer. I thought nothing of it at the time, I was in my zone. I wish I would have thought more clearly about it, being that we lived in a war area. Anyways, I kept walking, the people’s voices getting closer and closer and closer. Then suddenly the voices were so loud I thought I could be standing right next to