Personal Essay
I was lying under an inch of snow, completely covered and shivering from the large puffs slowly drifting from the trees above. My body was cold, tired and wet. It yearned for hot food and a warm bed after hours of being soaked. My mind though was sharpened steel. I endured my uncomfortable environment on that dark morning, a white forest full of secret holes and freezing waterways, with a stoic determination. I promised myself I would not be moving until I had what I wanted. I would push myself to the limit physically and mentally if necessary, but I would not get up to finally get warm and stretch my legs. I refused to doze in order to escape the miserable ditch, which had become my sniper's nest. From here I would only watch and wait. I had prepared for these moments with my father, who taught me how to shoot. After my thirteenth birthday, my father and his two brothers and I walked across a field on a sunny fall afternoon. Dad carried his two-seventy bolt action on his shoulder with the targets that were to be shot upon. His brothers, John and Kevin, carried their tools as well. John, who was in the Air Force, was usually quiet and stern. His habit was to speak only when there was something important
I realized then such a large part of hunting was enjoying the beauty of nature. I lay for a while, and soon I was dying to move. There was no way I was going to let my apprehension show. Then, suddenly, he appeared far to my left upon a hill path. Many hunters are not lucky enough to spot a deer their first time out and I knew this. Soon, as the animals became unaware of my presence as I became more hidden, I could see squirrels and other small animals going about their natural business, with seemingly no worries in their own little part of the wood that was their world. Their soothing ignorance was passed on to me, and I reached a state of relaxation, which could almost be described as meditation. I remember being so intensely excited I could no longer feel the cold, but was aware of the pounding of my heart within my chest. The gun seemed to get lighter in my hands, until I could hardly tell it was there at all. So, there I was covered in the freezing wet, and my mind in the perfect place. I had to get up, but then something happened. It was very lucky to find such a beautiful spot before the sun came up. I firmly grasped the handle and put my finger to the freezing steel trigger.
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