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Friday, June 29, 2012

F3 Hunting

     As a kid, dad would drag me into the Catskills, just me, not my sisters, and we'd do a litlte hunting. Never anything major. At most a deer, but usually rabbits and an occasional fox. It was bonding time with dad, but I hated hunting. I hated traipsing through the forest to look at tracks. When we fished, I loved it, but hunting was a chore, especially when dad really got into it with the camouflage clothing.

      We didn't wear camo, and dad was nowhere around. I was part of the hunting part to take down the creature in the woods. Elven hunters flanked me, and two scouts were up ahead. Elven Prince Fa'haliel stood in front of me, his gleaming sword catching a ray of sunshine and shining it out despite the thick foliage sending us into gloom.
      A roar like the A train going through a turn too fast sounded from all around.
      "The creature! Onward! We shall slay it and feast upon its marrow." Fa'haliel cried, moving into a trot. Princes were princes no matter what shape their ears.
      I hated hunting.

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