Personal Narrative Essay: The First Day Of Hunting

I awoke to the slamming of the front door, remembering that it was Sunday, my dad's favorite day of the year, the first day of hunting season. I jump out of bed and stumble down the stairs waking everybody else in the house up. Looking out the window I see my dad pull away in his big red pickup truck with the sleeve of his orange hunting jacket hanging out the window. Hoping he brings home dinner, I start to make myself breakfast, I make my dad's favorite; eggs with crispy bacon. As I'm cooking breakfast I think to myself, I wished I had gotten up earlier to say bye to him, or even go out with him. It was a beautiful day to go out hunting and I had never missed the first day of the season before. It was like a tradition he and I had, we would always go out and hunt together. My dad and I had a relationship that not many fathers and daughters had; we really enjoyed spending time together doing things outside that not many people like to do. Losing my train of thought, I look down at the pan of charred eggs and sigh. Nothing went like planned today, I thought.

*1 Year Later* "Sage, Guss", my mom called. "Come down stairs it's time to leave", she
We all got dressed in orange and the three of us hopped in the car, me, my brother, Guss, and my mom, Paisley. I was ecstatic, I was so excited to go out hunting for the first time in two years. As we pull into the trail that my dad and I always used to go to, we get out of the car and got our guns loaded and ready to go. Today I was focusing on remembering the presence of my dad and the good times we had together. We enter the trail and head towards my dad's tree stand; I lead, being the only one who knows where it is. We all climb into the jumbo tree stand that he and I bought at SAMs Club the year he disappeared. Nothing around us, just trees, I can't even picture what my dad felt,