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Scout led him through the under brush, the dog’s tail a flag he followed through thickets at a low run. The dog must have picked up the scent of the elk. Hawthorn thought they must be close now.
He held his strung short bow in his left hand, three arrows in his right, and kept a good grip on them as he raced forward. Wouldn’t be the first time he lost an arrow pushing through the forest growth.
Not here though.
This part of the forest was foreign to him. Far deeper than he normally traveled. His thoughts dwelled briefly on wolves, but the adrenaline of the hunt pushed them out. He hadn’t eaten anything but stringy squirrels in two days. They needed meat, or the coming winter would kill both of them.
Scout drew up suddenly, pointing straight toward a clearing in the trees. Hawthorn eased up next to him, smoothly knocking an arrow to string as quiet as he could, and searching for what Scout smelled.
Then he saw it - a flash of antlers.
Hawthorn drew his bow until the goose fletching tickled his nose, sighted down on the strangest looking stag he’d ever seen, and loosed.
Briar
He held his strung short bow in his left hand, three arrows in his right, and kept a good grip on them as he raced forward. Wouldn’t be the first time he lost an arrow pushing through the forest growth.
Not here though.
This part of the forest was foreign to him. Far deeper than he normally traveled. His thoughts dwelled briefly on wolves, but the adrenaline of the hunt pushed them out. He hadn’t eaten anything but stringy squirrels in two days. They needed meat, or the coming winter would kill both of them.
Scout drew up suddenly, pointing straight toward a clearing in the trees. Hawthorn eased up next to him, smoothly knocking an arrow to string as quiet as he could, and searching for what Scout smelled.
Then he saw it - a flash of antlers.
Hawthorn drew his bow until the goose fletching tickled his nose, sighted down on the strangest looking stag he’d ever seen, and loosed.
Briar