THE KILL

THE KILL

I was ten when I made my prototypical kill; it was a large rabbit that fell victim to the killing.

It was a Saturday cockcrow with my uncle and my cousin. I had stayed at their house the preceding(prenominal) night as we were getting up early on the Saturday morning to go fox hunting on my uncles friends land, and he was also flood tide with us.

We all got up at eight oclock and packed the shift into the car then set off for Blackwatertown. We arrived there unawares after nine, unpacked the car and set off across the palm. It had snowed the previous evening and it was a bitterly cold morning. The snow was arduous underfoot and the morning air was fresh.

After trekking over several fields we heard a hoagie shot. On this we stopped deceased in our tracks to take stock of the situation. We visually scanned the surrounding field and on hearing another shot we realised soul was hunting pheasant knocked break(p) to our right. As we proceeded onward we veered left out of the path of the pheasant hunters.

Sometime shortly after that, we heard a rustle noise coming from a hedgerow. All of a abrupt a dark red fox shot out of the hedgerow like a bullet from a gun and darted across the field.



As this all took place my uncle took aim and blast! The sound echoed around the valley causing us to jump. To our wonder the fox fell hard to the ground with a thud, it was the first kill of the day.

My Uncle sent me and my cousin over to retrieve it and call for it back. As we lifted it, it was like trying to carry a large bag of potatoes on your back, which at...

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