Personal Narrative Essay On Turkey
It was a cold and crispy morning, darker than the blackest night. The clouds covered the moon it was four o’clock, I had just got done eating my favorite cereal which is Rice Krispies of course. I went to put my clothes on, they were a little wet from last evening we went out. As I put them on, my face cringed from the coldness. I walked out the door to the four wheeler and brought it over to the camp and waited for my grandpa to get out of camp. Once he got on the back me and him were off, it took about ten minutes. To get to the spot in the pines, it was under a huge pine and about 100 yards in from the dirt road. By that time it was five o’clock, and almost thirty minutes until hunting time! Once I got a loaded the 12 gauge I waited for
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I turn to my grandpa and tap on his shoulder and say “Grandpa look, it's the turkey!” then he looks back and sees it and says “WOW! That's a big one!”. I wait patiently until the turkey goes behind this tree and get the shotgun and aim toward the turkey. It was about twenty five yards away, I was shaking and the gun was moving everywhere. I took a deep breath and waited for the turkey to pop out. Here it comes out from the tree when BOOOM! I feel the recoil from the powerful shotgun hurt my shoulder. Then I sprint towards the the turkey while its flopping everywhere, I yell “grandpa I got it!”. He starts running over as well, in my ind I'm thinking now what! My grandpa comes over and snaps it's neck, I look at it in amazement of how big it is. Then I look at its beard and feel it, it was about 8 inches big and then I notice something strange. It had two beards, I ask my grandpa “Do turkeys usually have two beards?” and responds “No why?”. He looks at it and realizes it had two beards. He yells in excitement about how awesome that is and that in all his years of hunting turkey he has never shot a turkey with two beards. I'm filled with excitement and try to drag the turkey to the four wheeler. But I was to weak to so my grandpa took it over his shoulder and took it to the four wheeler. As we drive home I'm looking at the turkey in amazement and take it to the camp. We took pictures and sent it to my parents
I turn to my grandpa and tap on his shoulder and say “Grandpa look, it's the turkey!” then he looks back and sees it and says “WOW! That's a big one!”. I wait patiently until the turkey goes behind this tree and get the shotgun and aim toward the turkey. It was about twenty five yards away, I was shaking and the gun was moving everywhere. I took a deep breath and waited for the turkey to pop out. Here it comes out from the tree when BOOOM! I feel the recoil from the powerful shotgun hurt my shoulder. Then I sprint towards the the turkey while its flopping everywhere, I yell “grandpa I got it!”. He starts running over as well, in my ind I'm thinking now what! My grandpa comes over and snaps it's neck, I look at it in amazement of how big it is. Then I look at its beard and feel it, it was about 8 inches big and then I notice something strange. It had two beards, I ask my grandpa “Do turkeys usually have two beards?” and responds “No why?”. He looks at it and realizes it had two beards. He yells in excitement about how awesome that is and that in all his years of hunting turkey he has never shot a turkey with two beards. I'm filled with excitement and try to drag the turkey to the four wheeler. But I was to weak to so my grandpa took it over his shoulder and took it to the four wheeler. As we drive home I'm looking at the turkey in amazement and take it to the camp. We took pictures and sent it to my parents