The long wait was over; wind if any was from yesterday’s food, minutes spent hugging fences, bushes, and the odd tree in a flanking move, time well spent. The large buck rabbit was still stuffing himself, stopping every now and then to take a quick Butcher's, satisfied no danger was at hand back to chomp, chomp.
Heart pounding in chest and ears, always amazed that none but myself can hear it. Mince Pies somehow reverting to 20/20 Vision spotting Two Gnats Making Whoopee. Whiffs received as if that of a hunter from Thousands of Years past, the effects of Forty Seven or so Years of Smokin