Personal Narrative: The Day I Shooting My Bow
I'm in my blind on opening morning and in the corner of my eye I see a set of antlers walking through the brush. It was my first time out with my bow. I've been shooting all summer for this moment. I have a choice to make, draw back and try shooting through branches or let him go for another time. The first time I can remember shooting a bow was when I was at an outdoors day with my grandpa and I thought it was really fun. When i was in 5th grade my grandpa got me my first bow. At first I couldn't pull it back. That night when I went home I was so excited to shoot my bow. I shot for hours befor I wanted to be done. On my first shot I missed the target but I didn't let it get to me. The winter of 6th grade I was ready for a hunting bow I asked my dad and we ordered one. I was so excited to get it I shot my old one every day until it came. I got home from a wrestling match and saw a box that said hoyt and couldn't resist opening it, when I did I was saddened to see that it didn't have the accessories needed to shoot it. My
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dad told me not to worry he will bring it in tomorrow. When i got my bow all I did was shot it, I shot almost every day until hunting season. I shot so much I broke most of my arrows and had to buy new ones. When I got them I shot even more trying to get my sights perfectly on. The night before the first hunt i could barely sleep I was so excited.
Walking down the trail with my bow in hands I couldn't wait to see some deer. An hour goes by and by then the sun was shining with an almost perfect wind blowing my scent away from the field to behind me. The first deer i saw was a small fawn and decided to give it a pass. Another hour goes by and I hear movement to my right and look to see a set of antlers slowly approaching. By now my heart is beating like a drum I have to make the decision as I see him turning away. The choice is easy I draw back and as I do so the deer hears the arrow sliding across the arrow reas and suddenly becomes alert and quickly walks off out of range. My heart drops and all i'm thinking is how I could've changed that day. After all that work i have nothing to show for, at least not yet. On that day i learned that it's ok to take a chance and you can't always control what's going to happen
next.
dad told me not to worry he will bring it in tomorrow. When i got my bow all I did was shot it, I shot almost every day until hunting season. I shot so much I broke most of my arrows and had to buy new ones. When I got them I shot even more trying to get my sights perfectly on. The night before the first hunt i could barely sleep I was so excited.
Walking down the trail with my bow in hands I couldn't wait to see some deer. An hour goes by and by then the sun was shining with an almost perfect wind blowing my scent away from the field to behind me. The first deer i saw was a small fawn and decided to give it a pass. Another hour goes by and I hear movement to my right and look to see a set of antlers slowly approaching. By now my heart is beating like a drum I have to make the decision as I see him turning away. The choice is easy I draw back and as I do so the deer hears the arrow sliding across the arrow reas and suddenly becomes alert and quickly walks off out of range. My heart drops and all i'm thinking is how I could've changed that day. After all that work i have nothing to show for, at least not yet. On that day i learned that it's ok to take a chance and you can't always control what's going to happen
next.