Personal Narrative: The End Of Deer Hunting

It was sunday, the end of deer season. After an unsuccessful morning hunt we were left with one more opportunity. We would have to start hiking a couple hours before dusk until dark. We hopped in the truck and drove slowly, our eyes scanning the brush for signs of movement until we reached a rusty yellow gate where only foot traffic was permitted. We continued on foot. Eventually the sun began fading behind the mountain and visibility became lower. My dad told me to wait a fork in the road and he’d be right back. Time came to a standstill, it felt like hours had passed when it was only minutes. I was tempted to yell his name but voices are one of the main things that scare off deer. I was on the verge of panic, anxiety and worry building up