They usually hunted in packs, so I was surprised to find one wandering alone amongst the foliage.
I knew it hadn’t seen me, I was too good for that. I raised my rifle, gripped it tightly; I’d only have time for one shot.
They told me nobody had ever slain one before. They said it couldn’t be done, that I’d never make it back alive. But I knew better, knew I was better.
That’s when I heard the rustling to my right, and then again behind me.
I quickly realised my mistake: they didn’t usually hunt in packs. They always did.
Ha ha! =D
Clever girls…
Ten points to John Xero!
They hunt in packs and strike, not from the front, but from the sides. Ha!
Damn six foot turkeys!
Cute.
Not here, Pete, people might start talking!
Somehow I get the feeling he’ll never be in a position to make that miscalculation again.
You only get one chance with these guys, he wasted his!
Poor shooter. I almost feel sorry for him. But he’s a gonner.
I think so!
Just an average Saturday night out in Glasgow.. don’t take that shortcut through Kelvingrove park!
Good one Jack..
Thanks Tom!