I packed my axe, and my arrows, and my bow and other tools. I was setting off to find a good spot to hunt! I, Otzi, am a very well known hunter. Hunting is my life, and I don’t know what I would do without it. Therefore, I need to find the best spot to do so.
It would be a very long journey, but I knew I would get there. To eat, I have deer and various types of grain. I also have with me three layers of clothing, that way I don’t get cold. I feel as if I am very prepared.
It is weird, though. I have been having really bad stomach pain. It has been happening for some time now, maybe about a few months, and it has been getting worse. Maybe it is my diet, or just my body adjusting to going hunting more often with little food. Whatever it is, I hope it goes away soon!
I set off for the top of the mountain, and from there I walked. I have climbed many mountains before, and this one might be the hardest. I will be climbing about 6,500 feet up! Compared to many other mountains I have climbed for hunting, this would be a stretch! I know I can make it, but it will be very challenging.
As I was about three fourths of the way up the mountain, I could hear somebody following me. Could it be an animal? I thought to myself. No, it couldn’t be! Most of the animals up here would be scared by the sight of a human. I won’t see vicious animals for at least a couple more miles.
I ran as fast as I could until I couldn’t run anymore. I found myself in a rocky hollow. It was silent for a while. Not a peep from any nature. No footsteps. Silent. That is until I turned around and saw a tall man pointing a bow at me!
I knew that there were many people that were jealous of my hunting skill, and would do anything to be number one, but I didn’t think that people would do this far! I was scared. I tried reasoning with the man that I could teach him to become a better hunter, but he wanted me dead. With a single arrow, he shot me in the shoulder. The last thing I remember is hitting my head on a rock, and then everything went black. Never again did I go hunting.
And that’s the end to my story. I didn’t live a very long life, but at least I got to spend it doing something I loved in the end.
hey 😀
i think that you did a great job on putting a lot of the true events in the story you wrote, and did a great job of saying the things he’s doing or the way he’s either walking or running.
one thing i wish you would have done though is, describing the story a bit more like what his surroundings are, if there’s snow, what color is it, is it melted or frozen? are there rocks in the ground? i would have liked to see a bit more of that.
my last thing about it is, who was the man at the end? was he from his village, or a fellow hunter. did the iceman get a glimpse of his face before dying?