Deer Hunting


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A stream burbles gently in the peaceful clearing. The deer bends gracefully and drinks deep. Wildlife come around too and together they take in the cool of the water, to dispel the heat of the sun.

Suddenly, a harsh sounds cuts through the air warning the animals of nearby danger from a hunter. They scatter, leaving the doe alone once more. She stays, taking her chances. It’s her and the man; the hunter and the hunted.

He breathes deep and exhales slowly, keeping a watchful eye on the doe, who takes another gulp of water. She is playing with him. He knows that she heard the cock of his rifle, but she did not flinch; this makes him a little uneasy.

The scope is aimed at her head and he knows he must be as still and as silent as possible to get the perfect shot. His dog barks at a passing rabbit, the man turns to scold him and returns his gaze to the deer; she is gone- skipped off into hiding.

The man curses and packs up his things, he’ll have to try elsewhere. There should be a few more deer for the winter this year. Or at least, that’s what he hopes as the food is scarce.

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