Hunting Nature <Tab/>I watched the 8-point Virginia buck feast on the ripe berry bush next to the caterpillar green field from my stand. Sweat was streaming down my parched face, as I clinched my .30-.30 Winchester tightly to my right cheek and glazed down her sights. The searing hot summer sun and the orchestra of crickets screeching all around were little distractions compared to the mosquitoes that were arbitrarily feasting …
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…with a scent of aromatic nirvana. My enlightenment was almost complete. I clenched my steak knife and stabbed into the pot, taking in a large bite of shank venison roast and consummating my final goal of pure enlightenment. Now I was ready and allowed to be a man. I was now able to come back home to my village and be respected for my attainment. <Tab/> <Tab/>