The Hunt
The sun was just rising above the trees and finally shedding some light on the surrounding area. The objects that had before appeared to be alive in the darkness were now lucid and green. Now the hunt could begin.
The cold air escaped from the hunter’s mouth and created a cloud-like image only for a short while. The hunter’s eyes cautiously scanned the edges of the brush for any type of movement. The deer stand was firm, and the hunter was like a silent rock.
The only sounds that could be heard were the birds singing with joy and the leaves rustling with the wind. The sun had now cleared the tree tops completely, and the glare was blazing into the hunter’s eyes. All of a sudden, the hunter could hear the breaking of branches and the pounding of hooves upon the cold, hard ground. The sounds were moving closer and closer, faster and faster. The hunter could hear his heart beating and feel the sweat forming.
A dark image could be seen coming out of the woods. The hunter’s eyes widened as he reached for his rifle. This was the moment the hunter had been waiting for. Now he had his sights trained on the biggest buck he had ever seen, but he could not pull the trigger.