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The_Wraith
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For longer than I care to remember I've hunted these hills, sometimes with family, sometimes without but always I've felt the presence of the ones who came before. Sometimes when I'm alone at night I hear noises in the dark that don't belong, a footfall that's not from an animal, a murmur on the breeze that is just beyond comprehension and once when I was far back in the hills by myself the wind brought to my ears chanting and singing where there should be none. I've seen tracks in the dirt but they weren't from a hunters boots, they looked more like moccasin tracks but who wears moccasins' nowadays?? I wonder??
People think I'm crazy to come here alone, especially after the stories I've told but here I am, alone again, it's a situation that I find myself in more and more as friends move away and family grow old and weary, not really interested in sleeping on the hard ground and getting up when it's still dark out. It was here several years ago that I met the aparition for the first time, a heavy snowfall had blanketed the earth and for many days he was a ghost who haunted my sleep, never allowing me to rest completely because our paths were destined to become one and he had to prepare me for our meeting.
Early into that hunt we had met, briefly though it was and from then on I had to have him, no other would do and I knew he would be mine. Late into the hunt we met again but this time it was different, the sun shown brightly even though no warmth came from it and with the crack of my rifle he was mine, no longer a ghost who haunted me, he was real and still lives to this day on my wall, in my photos and most of all in me. Bloodbrothers.
This hunt was slightly different in that it was to be my last one here, an opportunity had come to me in another state that I could not pass up and even though I could always come here again I knew deep down that this was to be the last hunt...
People think I'm crazy to come here alone, especially after the stories I've told but here I am, alone again, it's a situation that I find myself in more and more as friends move away and family grow old and weary, not really interested in sleeping on the hard ground and getting up when it's still dark out. It was here several years ago that I met the aparition for the first time, a heavy snowfall had blanketed the earth and for many days he was a ghost who haunted my sleep, never allowing me to rest completely because our paths were destined to become one and he had to prepare me for our meeting.
Early into that hunt we had met, briefly though it was and from then on I had to have him, no other would do and I knew he would be mine. Late into the hunt we met again but this time it was different, the sun shown brightly even though no warmth came from it and with the crack of my rifle he was mine, no longer a ghost who haunted me, he was real and still lives to this day on my wall, in my photos and most of all in me. Bloodbrothers.
This hunt was slightly different in that it was to be my last one here, an opportunity had come to me in another state that I could not pass up and even though I could always come here again I knew deep down that this was to be the last hunt...