It was hunting and stalking of the most dangerous kind: the consequences of a misstep would be drastic if not fatal. For a young man, it was a heady adventure. I stood a short distance away from the tall tree. Underneath its heavily laden branches, my quarry lay still and silent in the night. Carefully I stalked forward in slow motion, rolling each foot slowly down from the outside edge to minimize any noise. Coming so close, I couldn’t risk an inadvertent sound if I accidentally stepped on a twig or something else lying unseen.
A Christmas Story: The Most Dangerous Game
A Christmas Story: The Most Dangerous Game
A Christmas Story: The Most Dangerous Game
It was hunting and stalking of the most dangerous kind: the consequences of a misstep would be drastic if not fatal. For a young man, it was a heady adventure. I stood a short distance away from the tall tree. Underneath its heavily laden branches, my quarry lay still and silent in the night. Carefully I stalked forward in slow motion, rolling each foot slowly down from the outside edge to minimize any noise. Coming so close, I couldn’t risk an inadvertent sound if I accidentally stepped on a twig or something else lying unseen.