The Hunt
A twig snapped under his boot. The hunter paused and waited. Bright sunlight streamed into the small clearing putting a spotlight on his prey. The deer’s ears twitched as it raised its head from the brush. It glanced in his direction and then bolted back to the safety of the dark forest. The hunter swore under his breath and lowered his bow. It didn’t matter; he would be able to track her no matter where she ran.
He’d been hunting and killing since childhood. He’d travelled the sss, and the African bush and every wildlife preserve in between all in search of the adrenaline high he only got from the hunt. The most thrilling chase of his life had been that of the long pig – Man. That particular hunt had been a few years ago, and nothing else had ever come close to giving him that
