I have written another story , hope you guys enjoy it.
NEW BOW, OLD WAYS
“Walk until you see their backs, move forward lower, rise and shoot”
As my headlights pierced the darkness illuminating the road ahead, I cursed the sun that was already on its way to ever certain victory of overpowering darkness.
I was late. My 4 o’clock start was now 4.45 due to my alarm not going off. As I drove on hastily I began to ponder how much we rely on technology in this modern age and how one day this may be the down fall of us all. I glanced down to my left and caught a faint glimmer of the white lines that flowed through the riser of my new bow. This set me thinking that although a bow of modern materials and somewhat new design, it was still a link to the past to a time when things were done in what we consider the hard way. I was thankful that in a time when things have become so easy with the advent of technology that many of us still take the less easy path and hunt with a bow and arrows. I drove on.
When I arrived my friend was ready and waiting and after apologise and a change of plan due to my lateness we continued on. We headed to a vantage point where we sat and glassed for many hours. Darkness had now been subdued for some time and morning was coming to an end. We decided to head into the bush as no deer had revealed themselves to our ever watchful eyes.
As we walked, the sun shone down and I was happy to make the bush edge and enter into the broken shadows, this gave some relief from the ever pressing sun. It was in these broken shadows that we sat for another few hours ready for the glimpse of a deer rousing from slumber to head out from safety to appease their appetite. Again nothing was seen and the friendly wind was beginning to change with thoughts of betrayal. At this time it was decided that we take our que from the deer and fulfil our ever growing appetite so off we walked for a feast of poultry on a baker’s bun.
On our return again nothing would be seen, although puzzled our spirits were still high as we checked another area and ran a few errands. This continued till afternoon was upon us and the sun had started to cool. For one last look we would go and on arrival our hopes were renewed.
Several Hinds and a lone stag feeding contently in the mild afternoon sun, the worked ivory tips of his antlers flickered in the broken light as his head bobbed while he searched for the tender pick around him.
Now was the time for haste and for the hunt. As a plan was made haste was the main part, for we knew where the deer were heading and if they made to far over the ridge there would be no shot in range and no cover to go further.
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