Personal Reflection
Hunting Camp
Finally, the time was here. It was fall break, and I had nothing to do but sit around and enjoy life. This area was covered with dirt, and no matter how hard I tried, I would get filthy. I couldn't wait to get home to take a nice shower. Even though it was so dungy, it was a nice place to sit around and clear my mind.
In the middle of September, my mother and I would go to the store to buy tons of food for deer camp. At last, after being at the store for hours, we would be on our way to Del Rio to meet my dad and my brothers. Hunting camp was the highlight of my year. For five years, we would go to the exact same campsite.
At this campsite, the air was fresh, the sun was out, and all I could hear was the beautiful sound of the calm river flowing downstream. Our camp was setup right next to the clear stream. My brothers and I would always throw rocks and sticks into the river. We loved to watch the huge fish jump far above the water, and dive back in head first.
We never stayed in a tent because of all the moisture that the river would give off. In the mornings, when we did stay in the tent, my family and I would wake up feeling drenched with water. We had a new camp trailer that was big enough to fit five people. The trailer was white with a maroon stripe going down the side. It had a huge dining table that turned into a double bed. There was a bunk bed, which also has departments in for different storage. There was a hallway that leads to a king size bed where my parents slept. All of the sheets are grungy from all the dirt that was brought into the trailer.
In the mornings, I could feel the moisture of the cold air from the inside of the camp trailer. Every morning, my dad would wake up to go hunting. My nostrils would fill from the luscious smell of the brew from the freshly made coffee that my mom would make for my. Dad would always take my brothers hunting with him. Mom and I called them the three mighty hunters.
At about
Finally, the time was here. It was fall break, and I had nothing to do but sit around and enjoy life. This area was covered with dirt, and no matter how hard I tried, I would get filthy. I couldn't wait to get home to take a nice shower. Even though it was so dungy, it was a nice place to sit around and clear my mind.
In the middle of September, my mother and I would go to the store to buy tons of food for deer camp. At last, after being at the store for hours, we would be on our way to Del Rio to meet my dad and my brothers. Hunting camp was the highlight of my year. For five years, we would go to the exact same campsite.
At this campsite, the air was fresh, the sun was out, and all I could hear was the beautiful sound of the calm river flowing downstream. Our camp was setup right next to the clear stream. My brothers and I would always throw rocks and sticks into the river. We loved to watch the huge fish jump far above the water, and dive back in head first.
We never stayed in a tent because of all the moisture that the river would give off. In the mornings, when we did stay in the tent, my family and I would wake up feeling drenched with water. We had a new camp trailer that was big enough to fit five people. The trailer was white with a maroon stripe going down the side. It had a huge dining table that turned into a double bed. There was a bunk bed, which also has departments in for different storage. There was a hallway that leads to a king size bed where my parents slept. All of the sheets are grungy from all the dirt that was brought into the trailer.
In the mornings, I could feel the moisture of the cold air from the inside of the camp trailer. Every morning, my dad would wake up to go hunting. My nostrils would fill from the luscious smell of the brew from the freshly made coffee that my mom would make for my. Dad would always take my brothers hunting with him. Mom and I called them the three mighty hunters.
At about