I closed my eyes and centered myself with a few deep breaths. It was time for the hunt, but I felt so unprepared. My heart wasn’t in it, but I knew if I was going to have a chance to prove myself I needed to go. I wandered down to where I have always seen my prey. Carefully I sat and waited, weapon at hand. Something called out nearby and I tensed, but it ended up being an empty cry. I resettled myself, bracing for what was to come. Did I have the skill to pull this off? Did I have the energy to triumph? Doubt began to creep in. Would my quarry even come by again? I had hunted here many times before, but had this spot finally gone dry? Suddenly I felt the world around me go silent. My pulse quickened. I looked about slowly, not wanting to frighten it off. Yes! There it was, so close I could almost touch it. I lifted my arm and took aim. One shot, one kill. Now I can put this blog post in the bag.
