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The Moon Stone by johnwizey: 10:14am On Mar 15, 2013 |
It was bitter cold and the fridge air hurt Danielle’s lungs. Every breath felt like razors ripping open her chest, but, in spite of the pain… she was forced to… take in large gulps of air… to satisfy her desperate need for oxygen. The struggle to the top of the ridge was exhausting. The icy terrain made the climb difficult, allowing her only a few steps forward for each step she slipped back. That was frustrating but she had no choice but to persevere and do everything in her power to get to the truck before sunset. Tonight was the second night of the new moon and there is nothing darker than a mountain forest on a moonless night. Danielle had forgotten her flashlight and without it she’d never find her truck. That could be fatal in the sub-freezing temperatures that were expected that night. Fortunately, her struggle to reach the top of the hill was fruitful and she accomplished her goal with enough daylight left to give her time to catch her breath. Letting the backpack slip off her |
Re: The Moon Stone by johnwizey: 10:22am On Mar 15, 2013 |
Danielle dropped to her knees and pulled off her gloves. Cupping her trembling hands over her mouth and nose, she let the air warm up in the palm of her hands before taking a breath. It was one of the many tricks she learned from her father during the years they spent together tracking deer and other winter wildlife in the snowy Appalachia woods. Those were the good old days, but her dad was gone now and it was up to her to carry on the family business. After only a few moments of rest, Danielle looked up, and spotted her truck through the white misty clouds that streamed from her dry lips. That was encouraging, but the daylight was fading fast and there would be time enough to rest after she got the gear into the truck. With an audible grunt, she hoisted herself to her feet, and though every muscle in her body ached, the thought of sitting in the heated cab inspired her to move on. As she approached the waiting truck, Danielle thought about the task that brought her to these cold wood |
Re: The Moon Stone by johnwizey: 6:51am On Mar 17, 2013 |
With a deep sense of satisfaction she reviewed her profitable day of hunting. For a while, she had almost given up. After hours of patiently sitting in her blind, high on the branch of a sturdy Birch, she had nothing to show for her patience other then a little frost bite and a very full bladder. Then her patience was rewarded. A herd of white tailed deer stopped to graze just a few hundred yards away. Finally, her luck had changed. Peering down on the herd through her twelve hundred millimeter lens, Danielle rested her cheek on the gun stock and pressed it firmly against her shoulder. Through the viewfinder she followed a large 12 point buck and watched as it passed by a group of does. It paused momentarily to look at the females and then continued to walk away. Holding a steady beam on the large buck, Daniel took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger. A satisfied smile curled her lips as the buck presented a perfect profile just as she got off her first shot. |
Re: The Moon Stone by johnwizey: 6:53am On Mar 17, 2013 |
A herd of white tailed deer stopped to graze just a few hundred yards away. Finally, her luck had changed. Peering down on the herd through her twelve hundred millimeter lens, Danielle rested her cheek on the gun stock and pressed it firmly against her shoulder. Through the viewfinder she followed a large 12 point buck and watched as it passed by a group of does. It paused momentarily to look at the females and then continued to walk away. Holding a steady beam on the large buck, Daniel took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger. A satisfied smile curled her lips as the buck presented a perfect profile just as she got off her first shot. It was a beautiful, but Danielle quickly fired off a few more shots just to make sure. Without hesitating she quickly moved to another target. It was a doe sitting with her faun. She didn’t hesitate to take 4 or 5 shots of the mother before moving on to the baby. |
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