In the undergrowth....
It may seem obsessive to some, but there I was crouched in the dripping wet bushes, camouflage clad, with my whole attention, nay every fibre of my being concentrated on one purpose.

Would she appear in the early morning cold? I knew which way she generally went in the mornings, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend or relative, off to get breakfast, moving with a grace and poise that made every other creature on that frosty morning appear clumsy and sleep-addled.

I had pursued the object of my attentions on many occasions, sometimes getting a fleeting glimpse of her in the distance, more often returning wet, cold and with my frustration growing day by day.

However, today... I couldn't move a muscle or I'd be spotted. But somehow I knew today was the day that I would finally meet her.

And then she appeared, moving quickly and purposefully along the path. I waited for just the right moment, the fraction of a fraction of a second that would be right, when everything would crystallise and I could act...

My finger gently squeezed the trigger, the shot shattered the early morning calm, sending the rooks into the air like a crowd of hysterically squawking children.

I slowly got to my feet, and walked out of the bushes to where she lay as if sleeping.











I do like a bit of venison.







Oh, people. Sorry.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 11:21, 6 replies)

Fucking ace
Have a click,
(Belgaer is, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 11:22, closed)

seconded!
*click*
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 11:53, closed)

Yeah, but...
... did you fuck her?
(rampants, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 12:14, closed)

^Not as much
As the .243 did.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 13:52, closed)

Hmmm
Deer deer deer. What a terrible misdirection :)
(calamarain just invented dehydrated water, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 14:32, closed)

click!
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( freyamoon Submit!, Mon 4 Feb 2008, 1:31, closed)