Can someone help me with my personal narrative? Please At the age of 13 is when I became a man. I waited for what seemed like forever! I remember my dad going hunting and he would never allow me to go. He stated I needed to wait until I was 13. That day came, and I was so thrilled and anxious at the same time. My dad taught me everything to help me prepare for my first deer hunt. He taught me how to clean my gun, how to load it, and how to shoot it. I went on several hunting trips to observe how it is done.
The night before I got all my things ready for the big day. I got my gun, the shells, and the cases by the front door. I packed my headlight, knife, game calls, hunting gear, and other items I thought I might need. I grabbed a few snacks and threw them in my bag and placed them by the door. It was time for me to go lay down because we had to be awake for 4 in the morning. I told my parents goodnight and then went up to my room. All I could think about was hunting. I imagined myself killing a 10-point buck. I could see his face filled with pride. I did not want to disappoint my dad and I did not want to mess this up. I went over everything he had ever taught me in my head. I just kept thinking about how I wanted to make him so proud. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep. The excitement and fear were almost too much to bear.
I was woken up by my dad the next morning, telling me it was time to get up. I ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my things then headed out the door. We got in the truck and headed to the camp. We had 57 miles before we reached the boat landing. I put my headphones on and gazed out the window. I was trying not to let myself stress about the entire trip. I just kept telling myself that I prepared for this trip my entire life and that I was not going to let my dad down. As I looked over at my dad, he had a smile on his face as he was driving to Butte La Rose. I couldn't help but think about how proud he was going to be.
We finally arrived at the boat landing. I grabbed all my things and proceeded towards the boat. I always helped dad to dock the boat. He would let me drive it off the trailer and into the water while he pulled the truck up. I had done it so many times that it came naturally to me. After dad parked the truck, he got in the boat. We had a 45-minute ride to the camp. The only way to get to the camp was to take a boat. As we got closer to the camp, my palms became sweaty, and my heart was racing. I didn't want dad to see me nervous because then he wouldn't think that I was ready. I have been ready for this my whole life.
We got to the camp and unloaded all our things. Dad asked me if I was ready to go make our first hunt. I looked at him and hesitantly said yes. He could hear the fear in my voice. He then looked at me and said "hey, you have been preparing for this your whole life! You got this buddy!" I looked up at him while smiling saying You are right dad! I got this! We grabbed our guns and our ammunition and started walking towards the deer stand. Dad built the deer stand with his bare hands two years ago. We climbed up the deer stand and sat and waited. It was quiet! You could hear the leaves crunch when an animal would walk on them. My hands were trembling as I held my gun. I was ready! I was ready to shoot my first deer.
After waiting in the deer stand for nearly 5 hours, we didn't see anything besides squirrels, rabbits, and birds. Dad could see the disappointment in my face. He said buddy, we are going to come back tomorrow morning and give it another shot. Besides, I knew that the early morning was the best time to go deer hunting because that is when they are most active. We grabbed our guns and went back to the camp to eat and rest until the next morning.
The following morning came quick. Early morning is when the deer start moving. We consumed breakfast then walked out the door. When deer hunting, silence is extremely important since any type of noise or smell will frighten the deer away. I climbed into the deer stand, sat, and waited. I began to become discouraged because I had not seen anything. Then I heard a shot and as I turned my head there it was. The biggest doe I had ever seen. I picked up my gun, looked through my scope, and closed my eyes as I pulled the trigger. Before I could open my eyes, my dad screamed, “you got him, buddy! You killed your first deer!” I was so excited and relieved. The smile on my dad’s face was priceless. We then carried the deer back to the camp and took pictures. That was the best day of my life.