Personal Narrative Essay: My Grandpa's Land

My grandma has 900 acres of land that my family and I, or close friends can go have fun on. We do many things there like hunting, snowmobiling, and the pure joy of doing farm activities. My father always prepares in the summer for deer hunting. He goes into our land and plows areas where he would like to grow food for the deer. After a few months when the season gets closer, many friends and close family members always gather at my grandma’s house to hunt throughout all of the land.
My father and I were going to head down the old dirt road then turn into one of our many fields to go back into the woods and sit in one of the stands. My father led both of us toward the small ditch near my grandmas yard, where we would walk until we reached a
My gun was slinged over my puffy orange jacket. The jacket had just been bought and still a little big on me. It would see its first sign of dirt later in the day. Anyways, as we walked along the old dirt road with the gun slung over my shoulder weightless; I surprised myself that I was lasting long now because a long time ago I could barely carry it 15 feet, before giving up in defeat. That old 22 bounced slightly when I walked along the old, ungroomed road. My hands in my oranges gloves were swaying beside me gently, my dad’s hands were also swinging freely at his side. Once his hand moved back, I quickly swung mine forward and grasped his much larger hand. He didn’t look at me and I did not look at him. I did this all the time when we walked together at the store, outside, or even when we just would be relaxing. With our hands leashed together, we turned to our left to start going down the field. My eyes caught that old, small diamond shaped sign that had a dull, worn out arrow and the orange surrounding it fading away. We reached the opening of the fields that surrounded us. My dad let his hand unleashed from mine and we now, are in the hunting
Beside us a 10 foot deep ditch stretched down, that men dug a long time ago, before I was alive. The ditch was filled two feet from the top with water. We moved away from it so we’d stay on the path we usually take. We looked at the wall of small trees and undergrowth that lay in between the two fields. We were approaching and slowed because we did not know what could be on the other side of the field. My dad went ahead and suddenly put his hand up for me to halt. My heart started to beat a little faster and I could not wait to see what could be on the other side. He ushered me around and we crawled into the little ditch so that our bodies would be hidden. Two does stood in the field. We did not want to scare them away so we laid down in the ditch and just watched them. Now my orange coat finally seen its first sign of uncleanliness. The deer walked down the field, not knowing we were there. The deer were pretty close, but my dad used his binoculars to see if they were actually bucks or does even though, he knew they are does. I had placed my 22 at my side on the ground, so it would be pressing into my back. One doe casually walked back into the woods, as one kept walking toward where we lay. The doe had looked at my dad, but just looked at him and kept walking. This deer did not even show signs of threat! She kept an eye on my dad but kept walking forward, and headed directly