The early morning chill runs down your spine as you shift your feet a little in wait for your prey to appear. A fat rabbit would happy addition in your family's meager table. Hunger gnaws at your empty stomach. You flex your numb fingers so they freeze up when the time comes to fire your old bow. Your eyes peer into the thin mist that still clings to the forest floor, desperately searching for a sign of movement. The faint crunch of autumn leaves manages to catch your ear. The distinct shape of a boar peers through the mist. Even better. Carefully you slow your breathing, adjust your aim like your father taught you and with steady hands, you ready to release the taut bowstring. But then more smaller shapes enter the picture, piglets. What do you do?All Rights Reserved