Personal Narrative: My First Buck

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30 January 2014 My First Buck Deer season has always been an annual hunting tradition in the Graham family. My Grandfather owns approximately one thousand acres of pasture ground which just so happens to be abundant with whitetail deer, the native species of deer around Kansas. The majority of his land is located around Thayer, Kansas, stretching south to the vicinity of Moorhead, Kansas. I wouldn’t call Moorhead a town as it is unincorporated, but I do believe it was once considered a town. The hunting season with a firearm for Kansas starts on the fourth day of December and lasts until the fifteenth of December. Each weapon such as a bow, crossbow, or muzzleloader all have different seasons for hunting deer. On the third of December, the…show more content…
A few beers later and we were ready to hit the hay to take on the next day. I ended up driving back to Parsons with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin because my grandparents had no vacancy at their house. Before leaving, my cousin and I grabbed our rifles so that we could head straight to the field the next morning. I was very anxious, excited, and nervous; therefore, I got little sleep that night. I’ve been hunting deer for almost a decade and never once have I had the opportunity to shoot an eye-dropping trophy buck. Little did I know, my luck was to be completely turned around the very next morning. Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep, I jumped out of bed wide awake, heart pounding out of my chest. I woke up confusingly alerted probably due to my dream/nightmare I just came out of, and I began my morning ritual. I walked into the kitchen and poured me a bowl of cereal, started up the coffee machine and turned on the morning news. I had a slight headache probably caused from my consumption of four or five Bud Lights from the night before. After devouring my morning meal, I brushed my teeth and began layering on my hunting gear. I put on a couple different pairs of socks as keeping your feet warm can decide your overall body…show more content…
It was a massive animal and I was most impressed with myself as I had my cousin take a picture of me and my trophy. I uploaded it to social media websites and showed it off to everyone. The biggest lesson I learned from hunting this animal is how patience eventually pays off in the end. No matter what happens never give up, through all the hardships and trials, always maintain focus and motivation, and your goal will be accomplished. This may sound simple and silly, but you can actually apply simple things in life, such as killing your first buck, to everyday responsibilities or goals to your outcome of your

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