Personal Narrative: Great Deer Hunting

Great Deer Hunt
I awoke to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes groggily and saw my dad. Today we were supposed to go on our week long hunting trip today. I sat up and rolled out of bed. I fell onto the floor and moaned. “What time is it? It must be like 2:00 in the morning.” I asked “You are pretty good at guessing. Hurry and get up so we can get an early start. Those deer won’t kill themselves,” my dad said. We had one week to kill seven deer. My dad had struck a deal with the owner of a private ranch that had over twelve hundred deer on his land. The owner could let anyone hunt on his land without a tag November through February. It was in the middle of January and could kill seven of any type of deer, doe or buck. We planned on hunting
We will not need it. They said they had a special surprise for you so you don’t need to bring it. The man meeting us is named Alma,” my dad said. As we neared the house I was surprised. It was a mansion in a 20,000 square foot clearing. We neared the house and I saw someone waiting on the porch and I couldn’t help but notice the Ranger. It had treads instead of tires and it had a 50 BMG mounted on the top. As we pulled up to the house the man stood up and sauntered out to us. “Hello, you must be Jason,” he asked me “Yes. Is that what we are using to shoot the deer?” I asked gesturing towards the Ranger. “Yep. It can blast a deer’s head clean off if you hit the neck in the right spot. We can change the bullets we use. There is a bullet that is my favorite that when you hit a rock it completely destroys it. Now we should get going.” “Yes. Where are we going? I studied the map and I was thinking we should go to the north corner of the ranch,” my dad said. “That would be a good place to start. Here is a pistol for each of you. The bears are very bad around the ranch these days. A security guard guarding the north entrance was attacked and almost killed. If you do see a bear shoot in the air and if it doesn’t run off start shooting at it. It will only kill it if you hit it the head. But that probably won’t happen. Let's go,” Alma
I just was mad and kicked a rock.” I climbed up and started walking around. I was mad and I was looking for the rock I kicked. I didn’t quite find the rock We started walking and I was so excited. I got to shoot my first deer with a 50 BMG. As we continued on the trail my excitement diminished. We were following a trail of blood that seemed to be getting smaller. We finally found a pile of blood and I about jumped for joy. That meant the deer was slowing down. “Dad we should move into a fan formation. It would help us find the deer faster.” We moved into a fan formation and lost sight of each other. As I walked forward I saw the branches in front of me move. I stopped in my tracks. In Front of me was a huge black bear. I grabbed my gun and shot it in the air. The bear started to run towards me and I ran. I ran back the way I came. Sprinting I started to scream for my life until I fell the cold hard dirt was the last thing I felt before I felt the snap of my back as the bear landed on it. The cold ground started to warm as my vision blurred. The loud noise of a gunshot was the last thing I heard before I blacked