Hunting Narrative

Words: 366
Pages: 2

The darkness overwhelmed me. I was walking very slowly, not confident in my destination. I couldn’t see my own hand, nor the gun in my own hand, nor my uncle walking beside me. I tried my best not to trip myself, as one little disturbance would ruin the purpose of this moment in time. The morning nature was quiet enough that I was able to follow the footsteps of my hunting partner as we trudged along the edge of the woods. My boots sank deeper with each step, and I lost about a foot of my normal height from the truck to our hunting spot. My uncle showed me where to sit down. As I put my back up against a small Georgia pine, my uncle walked serenely out into the field to set up a decoy and then over to his spot, which was about about 11 yards