Personal Narrative: The Last Day Of Deer Hunting

It was a cold night. My dad woke me up to go hunting at 4am. I can’t tell you where we went because that is the hunter’s code. But I’ll tell you the place we went starts with a R.
We were up in the mountains looking for white tails. It was a little hard because it was snowing everywhere. It was paid off though when we saw a big buck it was a 4 point by the time my dad got out of the truck he was gone. It was evening now the deer were gone all we saw was does and this year we couldn't shoot does because of fish and game. Last year the hunters killed too much doe that's why we couldn't shoot doe.
After a few more days of going hunting and the last day of deer hunting was here. My dad woke me up at 3:am. Earlier than usual. We went really early