Personal Narrative: Hunting
Hunting
The cool Autumn wind brushed by our faces while Colin, Brady, and I was walking down the trail to see if there was any action. It was silent, the only sound was our feet stepping on the crunchy leaves and the squirrels running around on the leafless trees. It was about 2:20 PM, and we were going to hunt at 2:30. It was time to get ready...the time to hunt!
As we walked down the trail to get to the cabin, it was so quiet no sound was made. We made it back to the cabin and geared up, all our jackets, cooler, orange vests, bullets, and my gun. Everyone was ready to go. So we walked down the trails where the blinds were, but we stopped at the skulls hanging on the trees Ron told us that we touch the skulls for good luck. So we did
The cool Autumn wind brushed by our faces while Colin, Brady, and I was walking down the trail to see if there was any action. It was silent, the only sound was our feet stepping on the crunchy leaves and the squirrels running around on the leafless trees. It was about 2:20 PM, and we were going to hunt at 2:30. It was time to get ready...the time to hunt!
As we walked down the trail to get to the cabin, it was so quiet no sound was made. We made it back to the cabin and geared up, all our jackets, cooler, orange vests, bullets, and my gun. Everyone was ready to go. So we walked down the trails where the blinds were, but we stopped at the skulls hanging on the trees Ron told us that we touch the skulls for good luck. So we did