Tis early. Too early to get ready but not to be awake, thinking about it. There is gentle rain pecking on the window like fairies wanting to come into the dryness of my room. The secret never seen before rifle stands in the corner. My host’s eyes lit up when I handed it to him he was surprised. I wasn’t, I knew what emotions hunters feel the first time they touch the rifle.
Earlier at the range our leader walked back from the work the rifle had done on target. He spoke one word, “Perfect.”
Daylight is rolling over in the covers, restless. I am too. I look at the rifle. It is calm. As it should be it has 25 years of successful engineering behind it and while it does not have feelings, I do believe it is still a bit torqued to have been referred to as an “HS” by one of those foreign hunters.
Daylight is coming and with some luck (something I will need but don’t believe in.) the rifle and I will show them the magic. (they hunt different here)