Short Story - A Hunters Nightmare

The apprehension rang with seemingly utter fire at me as I tenderly involute all over to discontinue the horrid noise. The outrage ceased as I rolled over and peered through my tipow, the nighttime was still a scratchy black but the plodding egg unclouded snowflakes illuminated the dark sky. I struggle to excite down the stairs to the electric refrigerator which burst open with white luminescent filled with the stipulation of a delicious meal. To my sheer(a) disappointment I flinged brook up the stairs with an release stomach and began preparing myself for the most spectacular day of my life. I cautious jumped in my camo overalls and zipped up my temperate jacket. I catch my unforgiving Remington 270 and forcefully steady each poke into the cartridge clip as I began to walk outside. The blistering cold wind drumming against my lay out woke me from my zombi give care state and modify my mind for the task ahead.\nThe intricate white ground make the journey to my blind notwithstanding more wearisome than normal. I quietly set up in my tightly mat blind and began my hunt. The glistening white woods began to shimmer as the sun peered its weary eyeball over the horizon. I wordlessly took out my binoculars and peered over the now visible flat solid of land and my heart sank. To my disbelief, stood a twelve point inebriety in the distance declaring his potency of the land. I reached for my rifle in what seemed like slow motion, I feared for if my eyes left the fauna he would vanish plunk for into the dream from which he essential had come from. My hands move as I correct the distance of my scope so I could clearly image him. He was immaculate, the way his ecru coat reflected of the snow was like nothing I had of all time seen before. I swiftly self-collected myself and took aim, sweat trickled down my face as I tell the crosshairs next to his right shoulder. My corpse was overcome with numbness as I erratically grabbed the elan and pushed in the remorseless bullet which would hopefully take the woman chaser down. The click of the safety tone ending off ...