Crouched in the bushes, I aim. My heart throbs loudly, shouting out
my hiding place. For a moment the buck, the proudly antlered buck,
stares my bush down, seeing through it, staring me down. My eye
twitches. His nostrils flare, scenting me. I squeeze the trigger.
BANG! The sound reverberates through the woods. The buck runs,
futily trying to save his life. He staggers and falls, crashing to
the ground. I stand, victorious. Leisurely I walk over to the
fallen carcass. It's a good kill. A two-hundred-pound ten-pointer.
I bag it and move on. The hunt continues.
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