Spent the last few days tracking a scent that shouldn't exist in these woods. My finger was practically glued to the trigger... until I saw who was actually standing in the clearing.
Iβm still trying to process it. Is anyone else finding it impossible to balance the hunt with the unexpected? One moment you're ready for a fight, and the next, your heart is doing something entirely different.
Not saying names, but you know exactly who caught me off guard.