My First Deer Narrative

The race between the sunrise and myself was underway. It was five in the morning and the sun was scheduled to rise at seven. There was a thirty minute drive in the way along with an hour of hiking. Not only would this be a close race; it would be one that could decide between me, and my first deer. I had been hunting for a couple of years, but have found nothing worthy of being my first harvest buck. If you shoot a young buck, there won't be any bigger ones in the upcoming harvest. With my rifle in the trunk, and the pedal to the floor I was on my way to find my buck.

The hike was a steep, tiring, and long one. The reason my spot was magical was the treachery one had to go through to get there. Deer will go through many hardships to find a food source, though most hunters wouldn't do the same. "If you wanted to find a deer, you had to think like a deer." My grandpa always said. When I reached my hunting spot before sunrise it was dark and empty. The only sounds one could hear were my deep breaths from climbing up steep ledges; along with the sound of my heart beating like a bass drum. The sound of my heart beat was so loud; I was afraid even deer could hear it from miles away. I had taken a few deep breaths, and the waiting began.

Staring into the black forest that surrounded me was frightening. The only thing I …show more content…
Not only were there deer tracks on every inch of the white snow around me; there were rabbit tracks and coyote tracks too. Tracks of all different shape and size all imprinted in the snow; going all sorts of directions. All of these animals used this orchard as their feeding grounds. Crows began to caw as the sun rose over the mountains, birds began to flutter their wings, and squirrels scurried up the branches. Never have I watched nature for entertainment. The sound of a squirrel gnawing on an apple began to pester me. I thought about shooting it, but it would ruin this beautiful show happening before my