Personal Narrative: The Day I Killed My First Deer
On December 7,2013 I killed my first deer. On that day it was cold and the air was crisp, earlier that morning soft fluffy snow had fallen. I was sitting in the stand where you could see the fallen leaves and the white snow mixture. The trees were restless when the cold freezing wind would blow, you could hear and see tree limbs falling from having to much snow, the birds and squirrels were out playing in the snow, but I wasn't out to hunt the squirrels and birds I was out there to kill my first deer. I sat with my fifty caliber muzzleloader in my lap; on the gun you could see the frost covering the barrel and the scope. I sat slowly falling asleep but I told myself to stay awake