The thick morning fog seemed unwilling to dissipate in the dense forest, making the hunt that much more challenging. And all participants that much more excited. Any one of them could get the kill. But with just one opportunity between them, it was no wonder the silence was deafening.
Rustling in the distance put them on high alert. Fingers on triggers. One shot would determine the best among them.
Just then, someone slipped on a wet rock, shooting once into the air, setting off a succession of shots. Each bullet entering his body from all directions.
A marked deer escapes.
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