The hunt (372 hits)
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Submitted by <Barid_Bel_Medar.at.excite.com> (View user info) at 2003-08-18 12:15:56 EDT
The hunt
The sun had been above the horizon for only two hours, but the heat was already stifling. No hint of a kind zephyr to lessen the whisk away the oppressive, humid air. Clouds hung in the sky like a child's mobile, lifeless and dead without movement. The hunter loaded his rifle, two rounds, death for an unwary prey. He carefully set his rifle down and lifted the binoculars to his eyes. He scanned the ground for movement from his position ten feet above the grass, looking for any hint of his quarry, any sign which would cause instant action, but there was none.
Sighing slightly, the hunter returned to his breakfast. A glass of orange juice, with beads of condensation running down the side and a slice of bright orange cantaloupe was all the sustenance he would need for this hunt. He ate slowly, glancing over the fields where his prey would soon appear. Finishing his meal, he rose and started lifting the binoculars.
Wait.
There, near a patch of tall grass. Yes, it was his prey. He set the binoculars down, and lifted the rifle. It was heavy, but had a feel of solidity not a weight dragging down, but a buttress of strength. A quick glance, the prey was still there. The hunter chambered a round, flicked off the safety and put the gun to his shoulder. A shallow breath and he sighted down the barrel towards the small brown creature he was hunting.
CRACK!
The creature flattened itself to the ground, and gazed fearfully about. It had never before heard the sound of a rifle, but knew danger from years of life in the wild. Another quick shot rang out, but hurried, the hunter had no chance, missing worse than he has before. Cursing, he watched his prey escape into the tall grass likely not to be seen again that day. Five rounds went into the rifle this time, in hopes a new prey would appear, but resigning himself to a long day, the hunter sat down to read.
Sweat rolled down his face, as the sun grew hotter and hotter. Four more shots rang out in the morning sun, but they were each accompanied by a curse. He saw another, finally, almost two hours after the last one.
It was close. Slowly setting down his book, he grabbed his rifle and stood. Blast, it was running. But wait, it has stopped, it had a lair nearby. Slowly the hunter raised the rifle praying he would hit his mark.
CRACK!
A miss. But wait, this creature had not the animal instincts present in his brethren. It had hidden itself at the shot, but was already peaking above the ground, looking around, ready to resume its activities. The hunter moved slowly towards his box of rounds, wishing he had put just one more in earlier. He grabbed three quickly, and reloaded. A round in the chamber, and the rifle was at his shoulder. The hunter closed an eye as he honed in on the unwary prey.
CRACK!
And it was down. He could see it was hit. It took a step, then fell. Its hind legs started spasming, like it was trying to outrun death. The hunter considered another round to end its misery, but there, it had stopped moving. A successful hunt, but the hunter just stood in the sun gazing at the body lying in the grass.
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Submitted by Random Joe at 2003-08-18 21:06:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
this guy is a shitty shot
Submitted by Insanethemind (user info) at 2003-08-18 16:48:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I liked it, I don't know why posts by some people (Tuesdaydelay for example) get so many reviews. I no longer even open his posts, as of the last one.
Submitted by Thanatos (user info) at 2003-08-18 16:14:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Wow, only 1 review.
Submitted by Insanethemind (user info) at 2003-08-18 13:08:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
...then Dubya moved again, this time not just spasms, allowing the hunter a chance to use the coup 'd grace he had always dreamed of.
Ahh, redneck for dinner.
Yum.