This short story about hunting is another in a series by our resident literary genius, Arthur Intermill.
Art is an incredibly talented writer and artist. He writes short stories about hunting, fishing and other outdoor adventures, as well as hunting poems and fishing poems.
He also creates original artwork reflecting the glories of outdoor life.
You can check out more of Art’s work here.
John had been hunting deer all day, his feet trudging through the forest as he clutched his rifle tightly. The dawn had barely broken when he set out, determined to bring home a prize for his family’s dinner table.
As the sun rose higher in the sky, John followed the faint trails left by the deer, his eyes scanning the forest for any sign of movement. He walked for hours, his persistence unwavering.
But as the sun began to set, John finally spotted a deer in the distance. He raised his rifle, trying to steady his shaking hands as he took aim. And with a shot that echoed through the woods, he pulled the trigger.
But as the deer ran away, John’s heart sank. He had missed his chance at a successful kill.
As he leaned against a tree, John couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. But he was also grateful — so very grateful — for the opportunity to spend the day in the great outdoors, surrounded by the beauty of nature. The crisp autumn air filled his lungs and the stunning views filled his eyes.
Though he had not brought home a prize, John knew that he had much to be thankful for. As he made his way back home, he looked forward to the next time he could venture into the woods, rifle in hand and ready for another adventure.