COLLEGE HUNTING TRIP

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Submitted Date 04/05/2019
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Maybe I meant to miss that buck again.

He said he saw white hair fly, so we tracked the buck and
he found a doe over the hill.

He shot her.
The sound dropped
me--camouflaged
on the forest floor.

By the time I climbed the hill,
her innards were piled on leaves—
scooped from
the steaming belly.

Hand on each hip bone
crack crack,
twice—
her pelvis opened, and he reached in
once more. He invited me to his place
to offer her heart to me
for dinner. Fall semester began.
 

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  • Tomas Chough 8 months, 1 week ago

    Wow, this is pretty raw. You did a great job at describing the situation. Nice work Kristy!

  • David Ross Washington Jr 8 months, 1 week ago

    Wow. This is definitely hardcore, but beautiful nonetheless. Definitely puts up into the scene while reading.

  • Kiersten Felch 8 months ago

    Visceral. I really felt what I was seeing, which was the whole point. The way you described what happened was a huge insight into your head at the moment as well. It can be hard to combine the two

  • Miranda Fotia 7 months, 3 weeks ago

    I have never had the stomach for hunting. I don't object to it if it is for food, but I hate that some people do it for sport. Great piece! Very descriptive.