Opportunities
by William Crisp
Unseen, I watched two guys stop their truck on a remote forestry road. A few yards from them, a huge buck was standing on the edge of the forest; it was in full rut so refused to move. This was an opportunity of a lifetime. All they had to do was slide a gun out the window and they’d be paper heroes.
The men, fully licensed and geared to hunt, watched the buck for a long time, then yelled at the buck to run and drove away, continuing on the way to their planned hunting spot.
I don’t know their names but I know who they are: Sportsmen.