Falling for the wolf
"Never point at anything you're not willing to shoot, and always keep your finger off the trigger until you're ready to fire."
Lucas and I nodded, absorbing every word. After the lesson, we got into the truck and headed to the forest. The landscape became increasingly dense and quiet, only the sound of the tires on the gravel breaking the tranquility.
Finally, we arrived at a clearing where Dad usually hunted. We got out of the vehicle and headed into the forest, with Dad leading the way. We moved carefully, alert to any signs of wildlife.
After an hour of walking, Dad raised a hand, signaling us to stop. "There," he whispered, pointing to a deer grazing peacefully about a hundred meters awa
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