Personal Narrative: My First Deer

My First Deer I woke up on a fall morning at about five in the morning. My dad woke me up and said, “We’re going hunting. Be ready by five twenty.” I rolled out of bed not wanting to go and got my hunting clothes on. I was quickly eating cereal as my dad constantly would nag me to eat faster. Finally, we were ready to go and drove up into the mountains. This took about a half hour. “It’s freezing out here,” I said as I shivered. The sun had just barely came up and we immediately started looking around for deer in our binoculars. It was dead silent for about ten minutes until finally we decided to keep driving and look somewhere else. I looked around forever it felt like. We couldn’t find anything, and it was about noon so we decided to