Elliot Deer Open Season Novels & Stories

"And you think this information might be... useful to us?" "I think it could be the foundation of a mutually beneficial agreement." Otto pulled out his phone and called up the research files he'd been compiling for months. "The deer herds follow seasonal patterns. Spring migration through the northern ranges, summer breeding in the high meadows, fall movement through the valley corridors. If both packs coordinated hunting schedules—" "You want us to time our hunts around Moorland convenience?" one of the Blackwood warriors interjected with a sneer. "I want both packs to maximize their hunting success while minimizing territorial conflicts," Otto replied evenly. "According to my research, coo

Holding his index finger to his lips to signal for her to be silent, Oliver carefully peered through the leaf laden branches in the direction of the sound. Heaving a sigh of relief, he said, “It’s a deer.” “And you with no rifle,” she noted. “And no hunting license,” he added. “It’s not deer hunting season.” “True,” she said with a nod. Then, with a mischievous grin, she added, “I would have warned the deer off anyway.” “Oh, yeah,” he said with humor. “That’s right. You’re an animal lover.” “Big time,” she replied.

Avery returned to her room and called Elliot. "Elliot, do you have any plans on Memorial Day?" On the other end of the line, Elliot clearly had not thought about this matter. His tone was rather laidback. "Memorial Day is not here yet, right?" "It's in two days. Mike is going to take Hayden and Robert out to play. Eric will be taking Layla scuba diving. I thought I was the only one who hasn't planned for the holidays yet." Avery sounded a little sad. "I never thought that you haven't planned for it yet. Don't tell me you'll still be busy preparing for the wedding on Memorial Day?"

I opened the car door for her, and she gave me a fleeting smile as she climbed in. I got in beside her, close the car door, and glance across at her. “Alora…” “Look!” she exclaimed, and pointed through the windscreen. Before us stood a magnificent buck deer, its coat gray and long, appropriate for the winter months, its usual white spots hidden in among its fur.

Now the setting sun sliced across the treetops, dyeing the snow kicked up by hundreds of running wolves into golden dust. “Celebration hunt,” Fitch breathed into my ear, the warmth of his breath making the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. “But they—” “The deer herd will pass through the northern ravine in ten minutes,” he cut in, fingers drawing circles in my palm. “We’ll take only the three oldest. They wouldn’t survive this winter anyway. A wolf pack’s law is kinder than humanity’s.” Before he finished, the crack of breaking bones burst out like rain on banana leaves. I clapped a hand over my mouth as human forms collapsed in rising snow mist—compressing, stretching, sheathing th

Deer tend to move in the direction the wind is blowing, so they can easily pick up scents that might belong to predators. Looking past the deer, Luna can see Skoll following it as well in close proximity, waiting for a chance to get a good shot at it. It's now or never Luna thinks to herself, she needs to seize the best opportunity to shoot it before it reaches the stream. 'I have to aim for its neck. Going for its heart would be a bigger target, but it wouldn't kill it right away, it would have plenty of time to run away before it dies. If I aim high enough it will hit the spine in its neck and paralyze it immediately, it won't die from it but at least it won't have the possibility of runni

Blaine usually went out with a group of five to go hunting to bring the max amount of food back, however today him and the missus got into a big fight, so he left by himself. I watched as he traveled to the east end of the forest. It had the most game over here, most days we had rabbit, some good days we’d eat deer, elk, and buck. Allison helped by bringing some chickens, so we aren’t short on much. I sat 200 yards back, and watched through my scope. My 308 was my best. I never missed a shot with it. I watched as he sat still waiting for the doe to cross his sights one more time.

she asked, her voice almost snide. “A large amount of deer died, the incident is being investigated, and deer hunting for this season has been canceled,” he replied in just as snide a tone. Zephyra watched for a little while longer as they spoke to some of the local hunters and spokesmen from a few hunting associations—typical filler crap for when they had nothing more to say but wanted to milk the story for all they could. She flipped through the channels and found that all the local stations were regurgitating the same information. Zephyra turned off the T.V. with an uneasy feeling.

Her nails extended into sharp claws, itching to dig into the pine needle cushioned earth. Though she preferred venison to a rabbit, she hunted the latter. Killing deer out of season constituted a crime. If anyone found the leftovers of such a kill, an investigation would follow. Soon word would spread that a wolf was killing deer in the area. A wolf that might next go after ranchers’ sheep or cattle, or household pets, or children. A wolf is thought to be extinct in these parts.

The hunt would likely be the last time we could move freely outside of the camp. I pulled my attention back to the task at hand. The bigger worries could wait until the next day. We all spotted the herd of deer grazing near a stream at the same time. They were unaware of our presence, basking in the peace. I signalled to Brodie and Jackson with my mind, telling them to flank the prey from both sides. Knowing that each step we took was practice for what was coming for us. I would distract the selected deer from above, then join them for the kill. They both nodded and split up, moving stealthily through the undergrowth. I waited for the right moment, then sprang from my hiding place amongst th