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General Discussion To Gateway To Airguns => Hunting Gate => : Black Mamba September 05, 2006, 02:26:11 AM
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A little too much past dusk I trekked out into the suburban wilderness known as "Bruceland" in search of the elusive hare. It wasn't till I'd almost exhausted my stealthy search with squinting eyes, that I flushed a bushy white tail hare out from one pine tree on the southern reaches of Bruceland. Quick as a dart the hare ran for cover in another's dominion. Fortunately I had already been given a writ of passage to "Garthton" and was able to proceed. I noted the grand pine that the hare had chosen as a haven, approached and began making noise. After a full circle stalking of the sanctuary I realized that the nimble little tick-monkey had already departed.
Time was on his side as I scanned the now near dark horizon in search of any eared bumps. Lo, I did see at a great distance across all of Garthton a bump with ears through my scope. I judged that to approach unseen I'd have to change course and head towards the hare whilst using a great elm as cover. I moved like a cat, albeit a heavy one, and came at the hare behind the cover of said tree. As I closed the distance steadily a great noise breached the peaceful night. The dreaded hound of Garthton emitted it's terrible, high pitched "Roowl Roowl!!" and all time seemed to stop for me. I looked on toward my pray in hopes that it might be deaf or dumb. Yet, at the same time I was concerned for my own safety as well. Could I outrun the hound of Garthton before being overrun and assuredly slobbered upon?
I turned to see the great hare huddle down and attempt to cast an invisibility spell. Again the hound's cry pierced the night and it was enough the break the courage of any hare. The quarry shot off into the night without another sound, white puffy tail bouncing till it was all but a dream. I still had my courage but decided to not temp the fates and withdrew from the field of battle post haste. As I returned to my beloved kingdom I could still hear the hounds baleful cry now shrouded in eerie darkness.
Alas, I had a great journey and felt the rush of the hunt. I could ask no more of the night and so retired.
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Nicely done Sir Mamba. Thy story telling is most enviable.
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Excellent hunting tail.. Mr Mamba...:) Keep us posted on those furry things you stalk in the dusk..
Gene
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Thank you, good Knight! 'Twas a tale well told!
Dave
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Not bad, Sir Arthur Conan Mamba. Just as unsuccessful and enjoyable as my last two hunts!