I aimed my rifle at the oblivious beast that was grazing on a small bush, something that would finally give me an actual meal. I don't know what the creature is, but now isn't the time to be picky.
Even though the wind blows dust at me, and sweat runs into my eyes, I never moved.
My aim was dead on the beast’s skull. When it moved, I moved with it. This is my kill.
I focused in and soon enough pulled the trigger. The gun kicked back into my shoulder, but I didn't move with. The creature fell to its death and blood ran out the hole in its head. I run to my four wheeler and sped to the carcass.
Like I said.
This is my kill.
I load the body onto the back of the vehicle and tied it down.
This will be the best meal
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