A Good Descriptive Hunting Essay.

There was no visible light out. It was calm out tonight; mid night dew still fresh on my boots. The smell of fresh pine covered the bare spot of the forest I was now camped in. It was time to break camp; camping too long in one spot could give away my posion. I quickly put away the rest of the salted pork in my left leg pocket and mounted my gun on my right …

…into the woods; my paint. It was that exact moment I felt the sharp pain in my right shoulder. I've been hit. A second and third shot came nearly within milliseconds of each other. I was hit hard. I raised my hand to call out. "OUT!", I shouted, trying not to show my pain or embarrassment. The fog had cleared and my opponent, standing behind the bolder I was behind, laughed a sigh of triumph.