Tales from the Hunters' Hearth, Volume IX
Gather round boys, let a lady show you how it's done.
For three days I waited. I had exhausted my rations, and was nearly out of water, too. But I would not give up. I would not walk away empty-handed, not after coming so far. I checked my Gamo Lady Recon Air Rifle again, a reflex honed to the point of instinct. Its pink ambidextrous stock camouflaged the rifle perfectly.Suddenly, I could hear it. A low, soft rumbling at the lower edge of human hearing. It was as terrifying as it was beautiful; I knew at once it was my quarry. The beast growled its contentment as it made its way towards my hiding place. My legs burned like wildfire from holding my position for so long but I dare not move, not now. These monsters are as wary as they are deadly, and the slightest misstep would make the whole trip for naught.
Slowly, quietly, cautiously, I raised my rifle to use the optic sight I had bought separately and attached to the rifle's grooved receiver. I had done my homework. I knew exactly where she'd be as she came over the ridge. Suddenly there he was, a gleaming silver vision of raw power, grace, and ferocity. My heart skipped a beat. Hell, it might have skipped 12. I had a momentary pang of regret; I wondered if I was doing the world a disservice by taking down such a beautiful creature. Then I remembered that if the situation was reversed he would afford me no such courtesy. He was a hunter, just like me. He had my respect. But not my pity.
I drew a bead on his chest, aiming directly for the heart. His ears snapped to attention just as I pulled the trigger. His forepaws tensed up inside their white gloves. It was almost as if he heard me whisper to myself, "This is what's up, Doc."