“Easy, easy....”, I thought while watching the animal dig for some morsel buried under the forest duff. When his head came back up, there would be a steady pull on the trigger and with a tiny bit of luck, I would score. The prey didn't cooperate. Instead, he sauntered along, head down, a few more feet to resume his search. I watched intently as he moved about, unconcerned and unaware of the danger lying just a few yards and one bullet away. He continued the stop-move-stop pattern until my arms ached from holding the rifle and I was cross-eyed from staring. I could have thrown a hasty shot a several times, but I wanted to be sure of a good hit. Today, there could be no misses or cripples, only a sudden crack and the fall of the game. I would slowly stand and walk over to the fallen animal and feel ethical and honorable instead of ashamed.
Writing Another Chapter for The Rifle
Writing Another Chapter for The Rifle
Writing Another Chapter for The Rifle
“Easy, easy....”, I thought while watching the animal dig for some morsel buried under the forest duff. When his head came back up, there would be a steady pull on the trigger and with a tiny bit of luck, I would score. The prey didn't cooperate. Instead, he sauntered along, head down, a few more feet to resume his search. I watched intently as he moved about, unconcerned and unaware of the danger lying just a few yards and one bullet away. He continued the stop-move-stop pattern until my arms ached from holding the rifle and I was cross-eyed from staring. I could have thrown a hasty shot a several times, but I wanted to be sure of a good hit. Today, there could be no misses or cripples, only a sudden crack and the fall of the game. I would slowly stand and walk over to the fallen animal and feel ethical and honorable instead of ashamed.