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.
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