The Hunt

As they speak in hushed voices, the telltale sound of the dogs gets louder. She shares her thoughts, he listens and replies.
They can tell by the sounds of the baying that the dogs are closing in on their prey.
Howling voices getting louder, shoulders tense, eyes begin to dart to the side of the path. They glance at one another to gauge readiness.
Suddenly a gray flash as the rabbit crosses ahead; too late the gun comes up! More time for her and her dad to talk as they listen to the beagles and the rabbit begin another circle…

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33 thoughts on “The Hunt

  1. Hello Tara, nice story! Don’t believe I’ve been over by yours before…
    Just a heads up, your link on Madison’s is wrong, but I got over here nonetheless πŸ™‚

    • hmmm.. could be πŸ™‚ rabbit was never my favorite, but it was the one that kept us talking and moving rather than sitting quietly and waiting, so it always lent itself better to the heart to hearts that can be so rare between father and daughter, especially as the daughter gets older.

  2. I’m surprised at how many are glad the rabbit was okay, lol, when I felt a bit of disappointment that they waited too long. I used to run my grandfather’s dogs and never actually hunted, but enjoyed the process all the same. He hunted and I was just giving them exercise between. Good story πŸ™‚

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