Hank ran the old saying though his mind, "My worst day hunting is better than my best day at work." The version he originally heard involved fishing instead of hunting, but he guessed it was one of those things where you could substitute one activity for another. His worst day hunting, yeah, that phrase could describe any of the three days he spent over the...
Authors note: I would like to personnally thank Little Cloud (Cloudy) for helping me with the translations used in this story. It was my hope to better personalize it, as well as authenticate this story for your enjoyment. So again, my thanks to her for doing this for me. It was nearly time. He would soon make his own way to the place of his fathers. A plac...
The forest is silent, eerily silent, there are only Lina and the Deer, this is what defines her future as a huntress for her village, this is the final challenge for her ritual of maturity. If she succeeds, Lina will not be considered a child anymore in the eyes of the Village and she will be recognized as an adult woman. She needs to kill this deer, the one...
Tarri opened her eyes. The bare branches of the trees were stark against the sky. Behind her, the forest trail stretched off into blackness. To one end, it led back to town, and to the other, it led eventually to a running stream. For a moment, she was calm. Her sex with Rachel and masturbation in the forest had quenched her desire, if only for a little wh...
This story, is in no way intended to offend any American Indian Culture. The characters, and the story, are strictly fiction. All rights are reserved. My hopes are that you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote. I'm Jonathon, twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred, and eighty pounds, and my hair, and beard are prematurely grey...
My thanks go out to my volunteer editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His efforts in editing have been immensely helpful. As always all errors remain mine. Roger recognized one great truth. His men were now well fed and safe but they were unhappy. They wanted, they needed women. Three of the women who accompanied Roger into the wilderness c...
Chase was never much for the outdoors. Sure he enjoyed a nice sunset and it was fun to go to the beach, lay out in the sun, make a sandcastle and then run into the waves but all the rest of the outdoor experience was beyond him. So the odd set of circumstances that led him to agree to hunting with Jerry was confounding. Chase had known Jerry since they were...
Note: If you don't like flowery prose, similes, metaphors, gentle sex, and a dribbling of dry English humour then this, Earth Day 2010 competition entry, is not for you. If, however, you are willing to join me in a flight of fancy then I hope you enjoy the trip. * The Fox and the Deer: part 1 Ralph Tailor is a man who enjoys life, and ever the more so wh...
I had been looking forward to the first day of rifle deer season much as I used to look forward to Christmas when I was a kid. It always falls on the first Monday after Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania and is a bit of a state holiday. Many schools close because a large number of students from junior high up, as well as many teachers, will be in Penn's Woods that...
"You know, the chocolate disks covered with gold foil." "We don't have those." "You know, the ones made up like gold coins; they have them every Christmas." "It's Christmas Eve. We sold out on those more than a week ago." "I mean my son decided the family could come tomorrow after all at the last minute, and we have those for the grandchildren every year...