The Second Saturday
By: Joe Jankowski
I slow my breath and concentrate so intensely as to see the individual hairs behind the shoulder of the animal. My crosshairs settling in as I hold…one more easy exhale…The unknowing squirrel scurries across the branch and launches itself to the next oak. I slowly hang my rifle back onto the holder and I ease myself back down onto the seat of my stand and finish the last couple bites of my lunch.
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