Personal Narrative: Hunting Of Mooose And Black Bear

I was heading up to Alaska for my annual hunt of moose and black bear. This hunt is the main supplier of my food for my family… So killing something is very important to my family and myself. I brought with me a box of matches, my grandfathers hunting knife, and 3 days worth of food. The roads are tough and the hunt is extravagant. The Alaskan land is harsh and anything could go wrong.
When my plane touched down in Anchorage, my heart began to pump faster and my senses rose. I stepped off the plan and headed towards my hunting grounds. I was on a business trip.. I wasn’t leaving empty handed either.
After about four hours of tireless walk, I decide to set up camp. The area was thick with brush. I gathered some timber and a rock. With the
I slept comfortably that night and dreamed of high riches in my traps the next morning. When the sun hit my eyes the next morning, the howl of wolves chimed throughout my area. I knew my traps had got something, but did the wolves get it before I did?
I ran with my knife and spear to my first trap. The trap was set, but no animal was there. I cut the ropes and proceeded to my second trap. This time the trap wasn’t even set. The howl of the wolves was getting closer and the smell of death hit me like a mac truck. Something dead was close by.
I crept to my third trap. Rusting and growls sounded with every second. I got into the clear and saw that my trap had fallen on the leg of a wolf. For some reason I felt sympathy for the animal and decided to help it. I grabbed the rope I had made from my second trap and constructed a mouth guard I could put over the wolf’s mouth so it wouldn’t bit me. The wolf was in a lot of pain and barely even fought back. I placed the guard over his mouth and got him out of the trap. He couldn’t even
I made the journey to my hunting grounds in only 8 hours, so I set a plan to make it back in ten.
The first five hours were a breeze. The snow had turned to ice and sled slid with easy along the ice; also it has a firm footing, which made walking easier. Then my tiredness set in and I really had to dig deep to get my goal accomplished. I stop around my 10-mile mark and had lunch. I gave the wolf another piece of meat; after we were back on the road.
The last couple miles were hard and thankfully I young man was out cutting firewood for his family about 2 miles out of anchorage. I spotted he and offered to help me. I was very thankful. The boy was scared of the wolf but I told him there was nothing to be afraid of.
I got back to the airport with the meat and the wolf both with me. When I landed back home, my wife and two girls were waiting on me. They were just expecting me to have food, but I brought them a new pet as well.
We named him Liekos, which means wolf in Greek. I gained a lot that hunting trip. Not only did I provide for my family, but also I found a new best friend and a true piece of nature that will always be with me. We have been back to Anchorage every year since then. We have never been skunked either. We are a team a team of man and beast than when brought together cannot be