Zander Roseborough Ms. Lehmann English 2-2A 9 October 2019 Elk Hunt One beautiful September morning, I woke up on opening day of my elk hunt. It’s my favorite time of year; nothing can compare to elk hunting. The only problem was it was a Friday. Sadly, I had to go to school, then Football practice, and finally go hunting. I ended up getting through the miserable day. I got to football practice. We had a bye week, so the whole team was going to go watch a different football game. I love hunting, but I really wanted to go and hang out with friends. I called my mom and grandpa and tried to convince them to let me go, but they weren't buying it. After practice, I rushed home and gathered my things to go hunting. It was about 7 o'clock. It didn’t leave us much time to hunt, but it was something. We had been there for somewhere around and hour, and I was so bored. I love hunting, but the scouting part sucks because you just glass the same spots over and over hoping that an elk will show. My grandpa was throwing a few cow calls in every 5 minutes, hoping to see something before we lost all our light If we saw something we could come back in the morning and get right on the elk. With only about 30 minutes of light, not seeing much my grandpa stood up. “Well, I guess we’ll come back in the morning,” grandpa said. Everyone stood up and grabbed all their gear. Right as I grabbed my bow, my grandpa dropped down to the ground in a squatting position. “There is an elk right off the edge,” grandpa said in a whisper. “Ryan and Zander start working your way down.” “Where is my bow,” I whispered. “Oh, yeah.” It was in my hand. Me and my uncle took off quietly down the hill. My grandpa and uncle began cow calling to hopefully get the elk to walk in. My uncle and I go to a point down below the rim. My uncle and grandpa were still calling back and forth. We waited for probably 5 minutes and then I could hear the bull working its way up the mountain. He was moving fast, rolling rocks down the hill and blowing through dead branches. Suddenly, the elk was 5 yards behind my uncle on the other side of a juniper. The elk walked 3 more yards behind some branches, so I drew back. My heart was racing. The bull walked up a little more, so my uncle cow called, and the elk turned broad side 18 yards away. I let my arrow fly. I put that arrow right where it counts. He hopped up and took off tearing the barbed wire fence down. My grandpa came down the hill, thinking the elk was down. We gave it about 30 minutes, so we didn’t bump the elk down the mountain. After that, we followed the bull’s tracks. We found blood. Since we knew I hit him, and it was getting dark, we went home and came back bright and early the next morning. We walked no more than 300 yards, and there it was.My bull right down the hill. It is one of the greatest days of my life,being that close to a living animal and getting to hunt it. It is an experience I will never forget.
Narrative Reflection 1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. I had to brainstorm. Then we did a rough draft. After that we wrote a final draft Finally we did a revision. 2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? It had dialogue. I had to have a conversation in my story. Me and my grandpa talked in the story. 3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? The end because it was a solid good ending for my story.