tanogat
3 posts
Mar 03, 2025
9:13 PM
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Jack woke before dawn, his shotgun gleaming in the soft light. The fields stretched endlessly, golden and ripe for dove hunting season . He crouched low, the air crisp with the scent of dew and dry grass. A faint cooing echoed in the distance. Jack steadied his breath, heart pounding as the first flock soared overhead. He took aim, the shot ringing out, and a single dove tumbled gracefully from the sky. Retrieving it, he smiled, the thrill of the hunt coursing through him. The sun rose higher, painting the horizon, as Jack prepared for another perfect day in the field.
Last Edited by tanogat on Mar 03, 2025 9:14 PM
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