silent stalking

Footprints all over the place. Cool morning. Mist rising over the area. Strangely there was human activity in the area before I arrived. I could tell the subject was male. Large feet. Purposeful steps. I can't stand the will of some. They cut across fields and make footpaths in the woods where it is restricted. That's why I'm here. It's my place. At least I treat it like people always have done. The city dweller doesn't have any real place here.

Keeping up a fast pace now. There! I can see someone in the undergrowth up ahead. Blue jacket. Bold as brass as per. Lost him. Good riddance! Stopped for brew. To my dismay I can see fresh tracks. I will keep pursuing then. If you don't live in an area then what right should you have to just stomp through it like you own it? It makes me sick. Saw the farmer. Talked about the nice game I'd been having.

Back in the mode. Been hunting four hours. But only seen the man in the blue jacket once.

strange stroll

I had been strolling for some time up a dark track and the penny was beginning to drop. The vicinity was empty. A small stream crossed the path a little further down the slope. I was part of nature and I wanted to get closer to it so I removed my boots. With bare feet I stopped in the middle of the stream. The water was cold and it sent a shiver up my legs. At this point I spotted bright lights in the distance.

I was curious as to what was going on. A large off-road vehicle pulled up boiling hot and stinking of rubber. A loud barking ensued. The car drove past peacefully. I was partly in wild land and partly in farm land. The long and short of it is that I was forced to stop and take stock of my situation. I decided to observe and take in information. A polecat ambled along some distance away. The owls were waking up. But there was still a strangeness in the air that was other worldly.

I had set up camp and moved towards the sound of the vehicle that still had its engine running somewhere in the area. Every pace was tiring but I knew that knowledge was everything. I got close enough to spy a camp fire. The individuals that were busy unloading items from the vehicle looked worn but keen. It was difficult to ascertain what they were doing. They were involved in some sort of land maintenance I guessed.

weird walk

So it had come to this. A walk through the streets at night. I hastily prepared myself in front of my sister's mirror. It was a full moon and I needed to apply just the right amount of sunscreen. I didn't know where my sister was at the time. She had disappeared a long time hence. I was in the mood for ginger nuts so I moved into the kitchen. I proceeded to eat. One, then finally thirteen more. It was good and I felt the surge of sugar in my blood.

The time was right and I made my move. To cut a long story short it wasn't long before I was speeding through an alley. The air was close and moist and it pressed in on me like a shark. Stress was the name of the game as I approached the first open street. I looked around. To my left nothing. To my right nothing. But I heard the roar of a diesel engine and I thought f*** this that's essentially the antithesis of a harmonious method of transport.

A fox appeared. Skulking. It moved like a fox, dancing this way and that. Cleverly avoiding my ever surprised stare. What a master in this place I thought to myself involuntarily. And I hunkered down against an old sandstone wall and considered matters. This is basically his morning! And I'm about to get some much-needed rest! Silence. And then a scratching and a scraping noise in the bushes. And then nothing.