| The boom of guns...the bright sun burning off the morning mists...first day of hunting here...orange outfits huddled throughout the forest and field edges...the runs staked out and patience the master...when that moment of innocence...raising its head to sniff the breezes or check out subtle motion at the edge of vision...or the snap of dried wood or crackling tirade of leaves...leaps and disappears in a flash of white or falls heavily to the grass...twitching... | |
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