A Good Descriptive Hunting Essay.

There was no visible light out. It was calm out tonight; mid night dew still fresh on my boots. The smell of fresh pine covered the bare spot of the forest I was now camped in. It was time to break camp; camping too long in one spot could give away my posion. I quickly put away the rest of the salted pork in my left leg pocket and mounted my gun on my right …showed first 75 words of 1065 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1065 total…into the woods; my paint. It was that exact moment I felt the sharp pain in my right shoulder. I've been hit. A second and third shot came nearly within milliseconds of each other. I was hit hard. I raised my hand to call out. "OUT!", I shouted, trying not to show my pain or embarrassment. The fog had cleared and my opponent, standing behind the bolder I was behind, laughed a sigh of triumph.