Deep in the Woods, A Hunters Obsession with Tenderising Meat Takes a Dark and Forbidden Turn The rain poured down, it turned the once dry soil into a mess of mud and roots, but yet Warren still pushed on. He trekked deeper and deeper in the hilly country, his rifle and a large water bottle slung over his shoulder and a knife and rope tied to his belt, he made it to his favourite hunting spot, Pierce Valley. From the place where he stood he could see deer moving along the rise of the valley, but the distance was too large and he continued moving. An hour passed, the rain had stopped, and Warren had made his way up to the place where he had seen the deer. They had moved further along the valley and this time he had a clear shot. He lined up his shot, the sight placed upon the large buck he had hunted before, and squeezed the trigger. It was a direct hit, the dart had stuck, and the rest of the deer had scattered. The buck ran only a few paces before it laid down on the ground, its body numb and its legs useless. Warren walks over to the buck checks him, still breathing and heart beating, before making sure that if the buck regains consciousnesss it won't get away until he was finished. He takes the rope and ties the legs together, moving the body with difficulty until he was in the right position. Warren had been hunting this buck successfully for the past four months, it was the third successful animal he had hunted, the first being a nanny mountain goat and the second another buck. The reason he hunted like this was because he wanted his turn at holding the neighbourhood BBQ to always be a memorable night, the last two times people complimented him on how good his meat tasted. …the next moment changed everything
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Deep in the Woods, A Hunters Obsession with Tenderising Meat Takes a Dark and Forbidden Turn
