You venture out in the woods in orange vests and with loaded guns. In an attempt to regain your primal instincts where there formally was none. And any warning to be cautious is quickly shunned.
As you begin the lessons, you feel a father should teach his son. How to kill the creatures that breathe the same air and are warmed by the same sun.
For the lessons of supremacy are taught to them very young. And it’s not his only lesson for his assent into manhood hasn’t even begun. For he now has a taste for carnage on his tongue.
Until he’s before a wild animal and what he’s taught comes undone. Because he realizes he’s run out of bullets for his gun. As they look unto him not as a predator but as lunch.
And now he has become the animal, in which they hunt.
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ooo i really liked this piece [ not a fan of hunting really ]
also reminded me of the book the greatest game. to me really showed the same lesson.
great write
no flaws
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I am not a big fan of hunting either. I think that those who have a desire to hunt are those who want to reconnect with the hunter gather days of the past. Then again going out to hunt dear with a laser mounted rifle tends to over shadow the entire point. There is no challenge when using sophisticated equipment to hunt. I mean how much satisfaction can you get pumping a 12 gauge shotgun round into a bear. To hunter’s I always say this. You want to proof your self as a man and hunter. Go hunt a bear using nothing but a bowie knife and let’s see if you can best it then. Until that time you’re nothing more then a coward who measures his dick by the size of his bullets.
Allawy
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