Tuesday, August 4, 2015

For Cecil... Big Game

By Pat Cunningham 

The two men in camo crept through the woods, past the many No Trespassing and Private Property Absolutely No Hunting signs posted on the perimeter trees. Both were armed with compound bows and wicked hunting knives. Both knew legal hunting season and legal hunting areas were weeks and miles away. But waiting for the government's okay would take too long. The best bulls would already be gone. And why blow all that money on a license when it could be better used for ammo?
They were miles from anywhere out here. Who the hell was going to know? 


Wishing you romance on the wild side… 

Kisses, Savanna Kougar

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