Personal Narrative Essay: The Cold War

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It all started in the Yukon where my family lives, we live in the northern part where the flowers blossom in the spring and deathly low temperatures occur in the winter. I have a wife, she is one month pregnant, i've been married to her for about 4 years now. Her name is Olivia, she’s really happy that finally I get time off work to go hunting with my buds. First one's name is Joe, he’s about 200 pounds, 6’2 and a hilarious comedian, with us. Then there is Ryan, he’s a beast, a beard like rope, he’s tough as nails, and strong as an ox, but he’s only about 5’8.Then there’s me Rob roughly 5’11, 6 feet somewhere in there, i’m usually very busy with work, I work in the oil patch, but I got some free time so I picked to go hunting on my days off. …show more content…
But that's not how it worked out, Ryan brought quads for us, we drove for only about an hour before we saw a swamp and where there’s swamps there’s moose. When we walked over to the swamp we realized it was perfect and that we’d stay in a tree until something came. Ryan was eating while Joe was getting ready for the moment something comes so he could be the first to shoot. But no moose came, so we hopped back on our quads and drove thinking we weren’t alone enough like we should, we drove twice as long three hours and got to a spot until one after the other, our quads broke down, from the extreme weather conditions, being cold and …show more content…
You still there man?” , he didn’t respond, but moved ever so slightly, not knowing how to help I hugged him and shot him, knowing for a fact he wouldn’t have survived. I told him though that I’ll tell his wife how much he loved her. I felt helpless, I was all alone in the middle of the wilderness with no food and some water bottles (3 to be exact) that we brought, I thought I was a dead man. I tried to stay positive, but it was only a matter of time before I had to fight for my life once again against some beast. I had to defend for myself out here, there isn’t anything but me and my intelligence about nature. As I dealt with the shock of my best friends just dying, I made myself a little portable shelter it was a thick good to -40 degrees below and a few sticks to keep it up and keep the snow off of me. I put it in my bag as I zipped it up when I heard some leafs move and sticks cracking about 50 yards away. With a blink of an eye I had my rifle out and ready to shoot. It was a rabbit, I guess it was okay considering I hadn’t eaten since the attack. The only problem was I had only taken a clip of 8 bullets, and didn’t want to waste any. So I grabbed a sharp ended stick and stocked the rabbit. Once I was about 2 yards away, I threw it. I missed and the rabbit ran, I was furious, thinking I should have shot the stupid thing. It occurred to me after that day had past, I didn’t know where I was going,