Tag: hunting
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MARKET TRADE
The sights and smells of the small market were intoxicating. The constant chatter of humans mixed with the sounds of caged animals. Xao Ling dragged him along. ‘Here,’ he pointed. An old woman sat surrounded by pots of powders and liquids. Her skin was a patchwork of wrinkles, her eyes half-closed slits, her hair was…
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CAL’S CALLING
The heavy snow deadened the sound of the forest. Despite the swirling snowfall, there was a stillness. Cal lay on the soft ground, his eye press to the sight, his ungloved finger around the trigger, the rifle caressed against his shoulder. His father lay next to him. A hundred yards away the stag raised his…
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FRESHLY CAUGHT SEAFOOD
‘The Great White was a man-eater, terrorising a small beach town. Three days at sea before I found her. Dragged my boat for fifty miles.’ ‘Now the Orca. He was a tough old bastard. Almost took my boat. Did take half my leg,’ the old man tapped his wooden stump. ‘After him I decided to…
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SPIRIT
There was no magic in what he did. The snow made it easy to track the footprints. So long as it did not snow again before nightfall, he would find his prey. The creek had not frozen over yet, the bubbling water still trickled through the land on it’s journey to join the mighty Yukon.…
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HUNTING SEASON
White gives way to green. Cold to warmth. Life returns. I feel invigorated. Hibernation is over. Fresh blood runs through veins. Months since anyone came through. It’s been lonely recently. I’m eager to entertain. Soon the tourists will return. The young and adventurous. The healthy and vital. The thrillseekers. I’m happy to oblige. The highway…
Iain Kelly 