Personal Narrative Essay: Why Do People Hunt?
Many people like to hunt, especially if they usually achieve what they’re hunting for, but if they don’t get what they want they usually choose one of two options: Leave the place, or hunt for something else, usually bigger and easier. This is what happened to me, and I chose the second option, because I was board. One jaw shivering winter day, I went into the garage and put on my jacket. Nevertheless, I grabbed my BB gun, made sure it was full, and made my way out the door. Moreover, my gun didn’t have a scope, so I couldn’t be too exact. Consequently, after about 30 minutes of pinging and pelting, I had zero of everything.
I decided to change gears and find a tree or some kind of target to shoot at to site in my gun. After ten minutes of
siting in, I was board because it took to long and it wasn’t working as I planned.
I thought about the chickens and that I could practice on them. I thought if didn’t pump the gun as much it wouldn’t hurt the chicken at all. It may hurt as much as a bee sting, so then according to my plan, I pumped it low, aimed, and shot.
“Poor chicken,” said my father because it hit its foot, sending it squawking, so for the next week and a half, it limped, but it was a grandpa anyway, and barely laid eggs.
I decided to change gears and find a tree or some kind of target to shoot at to site in my gun. After ten minutes of
siting in, I was board because it took to long and it wasn’t working as I planned.
I thought about the chickens and that I could practice on them. I thought if didn’t pump the gun as much it wouldn’t hurt the chicken at all. It may hurt as much as a bee sting, so then according to my plan, I pumped it low, aimed, and shot.
“Poor chicken,” said my father because it hit its foot, sending it squawking, so for the next week and a half, it limped, but it was a grandpa anyway, and barely laid eggs.