Deer Hunting

The smell of pine sap engulfed the hunter’s senses. He looked up from his rifle scope, taking in the scenery of the forest. It was as if the land did not exist, but was a picture on a wall. He turned his gaze to the town in the distance. He could see the people down there casually going about their day, completely unaware of him. The sun caught one of the shop windows and reflected the light toward the hunter. He shifted over so the light would obstruct his view.

The hunter looked through his rifle scope as moisture beads on his forehead from the mountains humidity. He selects the biggest buck from the herd in the valley below.

He will be a perfect trophy, he thought to himself. Dad will be so proud of me if I bag him. He slowly put his cross hairs on his selected trophy. He waited to fire, because he needed a good, clear shot. It would’ve be unwise to take a side shot, because his front appendage could get in the way. He’d have to take the shot when it was either facing him or looking the other way.

The hunter’s trophy conversed with the rest of the herd as he slowly made his way to the edge of the group, completely unaware of the immediate danger. He stepped out from the herd and turns away from the rifle barrel to get a drink from The Spring.

Then suddenly a loud, thunderous boom resonated from the .577 Tyrannosaurus Rex rifle. The bullet, fleeing from the barrel, pushed by eleven thousand pounds of force straight to its target, the bullet struck with a loud thud.

The hunter, pleased, could hear the screams of panic as they floated from the edge of town. The humans were pushing and shoving each other in an attempt to leave the area before more were gunned down. Just then six other shots were heard from around the rim of the valley over looking the small town; six more people were brought down.

The hunter effortlessly got up from his blind, swung his rifle over his shoulder, and walked into town, his antlers gleaming in the sunlight. He walked up to his trophy, got down on one knee to examine his kill. He looked up to see his dad approaching.

“Nice shot, Bamb. You got him right through the heart.”

“Thanks dad.”

"Hey, someone get a picture of my boy with his first trophy.”


If anyone copies this, i will hunt you beat you to a pulp and sue you.
More than likely you'll have to read it twice to get it.

the deer are hunting the people. Most people have to have explained to them because they don't. so don't feel bad

Bambi becomes the hunter and shoots a few humans?

edit: I see