Whispering blades of grass, towering giants of pine; ashen blanket of cold. I stood, hidden within the shadows, casted from the ogre of needles. My limbs growing numb, as the minutes ticked by, my auburn hair lay hidden beneath my cap. My counterpart Clark, tall in stature small in sensibility. Standing proud; Gun raised, his hunt is over.
“Now little girl, let me show you how the men do it”
Shant I go on? Once again, scope locked elk helpless. I raised my ‘348’ that familiar smell. The gun powder, tickled my nose. The shattering significance of a gun shot. The elks massive stature collapsed, the earth shaking slightly beneath its corpse. Slowly trickled to the ground, warming snow. My bullet reached the target first, I was the victor. Silence engulfed us both.
“What have you done? That was my elk!”
“You are a mediocre hunter; you did not have the fire power nor skill to make that kill”
With that I strutted toward my trophy.


(this happened befor new years i just felt like telling you guys)