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Poacher come with his Poacher’s gun

He waits. Breath measured, regular, inaudible. Expression tense, taut, concentrated, but muscles relaxed, waiting to be called upon. Body still, blending into the undergrowth. Eyes scanning the treeline, anticipating telltale movements. Any minute now. It is sound that provides the … Continue reading

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