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The Hunter--Part One

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The Hunter--Part One

I'm on the hunt again. The sun hasn't yet peeked its face over the horizon, and the woods are still black. But I have no need of a light. I see by memory. Creeping past a tree, my fingers slide across the bark ... ash. I wonder if it remembers me as well as I remember it. I smell the cedar to my right and pick out the gnarled figure of a wild cherry in the sliver of an open sky. I know there are red oaks surrounding it. Beyond these, is a huge white oak where squirrels like to nest, but they are asleep, and I won't wake them. A stand of hickory trees dominates the ridge before the land falls into a hollow, where more wild cherries cling to the edge. My feet are trained to go where they need to in the dark and soon tuck me into a deadfall on the hollow's north side. I go silent, no longer walking the woods. I am the woods. My longbow is strung and fitted with a razor-tipped arrow, and day breaks. The world comes to life. Insects crawl over me and stop momentarily to wonder what kind of odd tree I am. Squirrels and armadillos crunch through the leaves around me, but I don't bother looking. I know what they are by the sound. The animal I'm after is silent, more so than I'll ever be, and I'll see him long before I hear him. Hours pass. I clench the muscles in my butt and wiggle my toes ever so slightly to keep them from falling asleep, but it never works very well. My whole body is somewhere between being awake and asleep. My breath is slow. My chest barely moves over a heart that can scarcely be felt ...... then I see him. He creeps, like me, only better. He is wary and clever. He moves silently, always looking, smelling, and listening.
He's nearly one hundred yards away now, much too far for a shot, but he's coming my way. My heart comes to life again, and I concentrate on keeping my breath in check. He'll see my chest move. When he is fifty yards, I'm careful not to blink unless he looks away. He'll see my eyes .....

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  1. Date: 5/30/2013 11:01:00 AM
    Hi Caleb! You sure take us there with you for that hunt... I really like how you are very descriptive here, even including all the senses, discerning everything-- I have never hunted in my life (except for a great bargain, ha! kidding!!), so this is the closest I can get to it-- I don't even know what you are hunting here (a bear? I'm most likely wrong) so I better stop yakking here and head on to the next part...

  1. Date: 5/27/2013 8:46:00 AM
    Can I just say again that I LOVE your writing style? You have outdone yourself again, Mr. McCaleb! I truly enjoy these little glimpses into your world. The way you describe this, it almost sounds like a type of meditation. Such extreme focus!

  1. Date: 5/16/2013 8:20:00 PM
    Love it Caleb!!!!

  1. Date: 5/10/2013 9:20:00 AM
    On to Pt II...

  1. Date: 5/7/2013 10:19:00 AM
    wow, your story really SHOWS us and doesn't just TELL us what it means to be a hunter. VEry skillful effective means of portraying the hunt. Now I am wondering if you have some weird twist to this story or if it really IS Just about hunting an animal. ON I go the next page.

  1. Date: 5/6/2013 5:19:00 PM
    Hunting is a skillful art. It is obvious you know what you're writing about because you live it. This is all so exciting. Can't wait to read part two, my friend. :) Always, Laura

  1. Date: 5/6/2013 1:27:00 PM
    Oh...I'm glad it ended here before you killed the deer! It's a deer, right? Oh, Caleb! The write was amazing! You have such a descriptive way to express the heart of a hunter...I just didn't hunt! ;) Can you imagine living in a world populated by giants who loved to eat humans???? Hmmmm...well, you're lucky cause they'd go for me...More meals for them! ;) Teasing ya! Great write.

    Manassian Avatar Eileen Manassian
    Date: 5/7/2013 5:07:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    BTW.,...lions, my FAV animals. I got a painting of one in my office. If you go to my poem, The People and Places of My World- FB link, you can "see" it, me and my world as well. Did you really eat the heart of that buck? Biology class and dissecting did me in. That's when vegetarianism stuck! ;) Tough I'm a sworn herbivore and you a omnivore, we can still be friends. Just promise not to turn cannibalistic on me! ;)
    Smith Avatar Caleb Smith
    Date: 5/6/2013 1:50:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    It's not over yet, are such a kind may not want to read part two...And giants?...well, they'd better be smart giants, otherwise Caleb might have to try giant stew...haha...oh, Lord. You guys must think I'm a monster...seriously though...hunting is how I feed my family...lions eat when they are hungry, yes?