Personal Narrative-Pointy Owl

I was sitting in a walk in freezer tempted to leave. Well actually I was sitting in my stand, but it felt like I was in a freezer. (I was beginning to doubt myself that I won't see a deer). A couple minutes later, I heard ruffling and swooshing of the leaves. I looked out the stand (I thought it was more birds eating the corn) and saw a brown object through my binoculars. At last, after a long, cold time of waiting, it was a buck coming right into the bait pile. I lifted my gun up, rested my finger on the trigger, and felt the smooth plastic. I looked down the scope trying to find the deer. I finally found the deer, and I lined up the cross right above the deer's ribs. “Bang!” was all I could hear, as my shot echoed throughout the woods. I could smell a burning scent and could see

I ran down the steps as fast as I could, like a cheetah chasing its prey. I almost fell down the steps because my adrenaline was so high. I ran to the deer and grabbed the smooth, but rough pointy antlers. (Almost scraping my hands up). I heard the clicking of the camera, so I knew my dad was taking pictures of me. After taking 10,000 pictures, my dad and I lifted the deer into the back of the fourwheeler. We drove back to the garage. We set the deer on the table, and I started gutting it out. Blood squirted out, as If I was getting hit by the jets at a car wash. After all the bad meat was out of the deer, we hung the deer up, (Except the deer is cut apart) like a scarecrow would on a wooden post. When the deer was done draining out, we took it to Gary’s. He cut up the deer as easy as slicing through cheese. After the good meat was out of the deer, we brought it to Maplewoods to get processed. I couldn't wait for my taste buds to experience the juicy, tender venison meat. Once I got my lips on the meat, I felt accomplished and glad I sat in the cold all day. I thanked my dad for hunting with me, and I thanked myself for not shaking when I shot the