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A hunter bears the fruits of his patience

Submitted: April 24, 2017

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Submitted: April 24, 2017



I sat quietly amongst the overgrowth in the dense forest, my location and presence concealed. I waited patiently, for movement, for sounds, for another’s presence. Hearing the swaying of the branches, the tricking of cold rain water running off the leaves was a calming sound, helping me mentally prepare myself. The gentle wind was biting my face with its coldness. My head snapped right quietly to the position of animalistic exhale, my eyes focusing on a large doe, eating grass a few feet from me. I remained silent, as I held my breath, waiting for the precise moment to strike. I withdrew my hunting knife with noiseless intensity. My eyes were burning as I stared at the doe, my lungs burning with trapped air, begging to be exhaled. The doe innocently turned its head away from me, and I pounced, like an animal from my hiding place. I soared through the air like an eagle with my knife at the ready. It felt like time had slowed down as I reached the doe, driving my knife in the back of its neck. Suddenly, time sped up, and the doe was writhing forcefully in my grips. I had one arm locked arounds its neck holding it down, while my other arm was retrieving and driving the knife in and out in a frenzied fashion. The blood warming my arms and soaking my clothes, splattering everywhere. The doe was screaming in pain still, but after I pushed my knife forcefully into its neck once more, it was silenced. The area returned to its quiet, natural state. The rain was falling heavily, washing the blood off my hands quickly. I returned my hunting knife to its holder, and began to drag my kill through the dense growth. 

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