Hunting

1.   riding the horses.

2.   hunting.

3.   no catch.

The darkness had spread and the bitter breeze swept through my hair. As me and my brother sat silently on our horses.  We watched my uncle cutting a track so we could take the horses through it. Suddenly we heard a loud roar. “It’s a stag” my uncle whispered to us.

We jumped off our horses and walked the rest of the track. Creeping and taking careful steps. Watching for twigs so we don’t snap them and give the stag a freight otherwise it will run away.

It started to get really late so we walked back to find our horses. We didn’t catch anything but next time we will catch that stag.