The Calm Before The Storm

It's always quiet in the woods, but I'm used to that. I'm used to the constant sound of no sound at all, and the continuous smell of the fresh rain drops. They always say that kids are supposed to be scared if they see something or someone die, but when I pull the trigger of my shotgun to release the sharpening sound that rids that soothing silence of nature; I'm in a completely different state of mind. As a human, I have trained myself to not be feared by death and blood, but as a hunter I have trained myself to pull that trigger and do what us hunters do. Hunt.

March 5th, 2013:

We were up in the northern part of Minnesota, and we were in the middle of nowhere. We were staying on my uncle's property, but all the property had was a long driveway that led up to a small cottage with a big backyard. When you would go into the house you would right away be in the rec room. This room had two ways to go, the bathroom or the kitchen. There is nothing really special about the bathroom; just a sink and a toilet. Now the kitchen included a fridge that was always full of food and a table; accompanied by an oven. From there you can go in three different directions, a bedroom, another bedroom, or the upstairs which was another bedroom.

I always slept upstairs because it was like my own little place to sit in my own silence. My dad and uncle would sleep in the bedrooms downstairs. My dad is forty years old and is still moving at a fast pace in life. My uncle is sixty-one years old, and he still never slows down. Right now it is five o' clock in the morning, and I can hear the shuffling of feet from downstairs so I know that someone is awake. 

"Max!" My father yelled at me to come downstairs.

"Is it time, dad? Are we going out already?" I questioned my dad, but only to be interrupted by the sound of my more footsteps walk into the room where my dad was.

"Yes Max. We are going to be leaving soon. It may be the only chance we get to go out this morning. It looks like there is a storm coming."

My uncle's name is George, and he is a fun guy to hang out with even though he is sixty. He had a big fluffy white beard, with little hair on his head. My Uncle George was, while a fun man, a strict man, and I knew not to cross his commands. If I did he wouldn't smack me or yell at me; he would give me the worst thing someone could do. He would give me the eye of disappointment, and that eye is the thing that taught me he was serious. 

All I had to see is that eye once in my life to know that I was supposed to do what I was told, so I usually strive to do what I knew had to be done before they asked me to. Therefore I automatically got my clothes and gear on for when we went out into the woods. I knew I had to wear heavy layers so I wasn't pricked by any plants or poison ivy. I put on my camouflage shirt and jacket. Then I put on my pants that made it appear that they had leaves on them. This was my equipment that I wore when we would go on these trips. 

I headed downstairs to see if they were ready to go, or if I would have to continue waiting for them to get ready. 

When I arrived downstairs I was greeted with my uncle's voice, "You ready Max?" 

"Yeah. How about you guys, are you ready?" I asked them with attitude in my voice.

"Yes we are ready; now grab your gun and then we will head out," my dad said as he was walking out of the bathroom. 

I grabbed my gun as I was asked to, and we headed out the backdoor of the small cottage. We started to walk through the backyard, and we were heading toward a small divot that went down into a valley. While we were walking down I looked back, and all I could see was the the tip of the house and the storm clouds behind it. We were heading out into the woods, and that's when I went into one of my mental states. My mind went into the state of a hunter, and I was about to do what a hunter did. Hunt.

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This was a really good read :) I liked it. Though, I suggest you reread the last paragraph. I saw a tiny mistake :) Besides that, it was good. Can't wait for it to continue ^u^