king' s outdoor world - Index

king' s outdoor world - Hunting Illustrated April/May 2008 - Index

The wild, savage boar was grunting deep, angry
belly rumbles which were punctuated by the
occasional spontaneous squeal and slobbering
snort. His long snout and razor-sharp tusks rototilled
the hard, dark forest terra fi rma like an industrial
beast gone mad. The ridge of stiff hairs stood
up on his back like some prehistoric monster from
hell. Very handsome indeed, but a force to reckon
with for sure. Young, petite, eleven-year old Brook
clutched her bow tightly and looked at her uncle
with eyes the size of full moons. The increasing
heat of late morning was already beginning to toast
the wonderland, but the beads of sweat on the
hunter’s brow were not temperature inspired. No,
those were bowhunting party beads, happy beads,
beads of desire, beads for the kill. This pretty young
lady knows how to party, and her parties include
fresh, organic pork on the grill, and she ain’t going
to the grocery store, thank you. Brook is a killer,
a bowhunter, a woman of the wild. SheBeast. Only
eleven and more than ready to rock doc. PigManDo!
No problem. Let’s git it on McPork!
An ardent fan of Spirit of the Wild TV,
Brook and her brother made it a point to watch
every show every week with their family. Brook sat
in wonderment at the dazzling, svelte blonde babe
named Shemane, with her trusty bow and arrow,
walking the wild, always smiling happily with her
giddy husband, killing big game with a lightweight
bow and a single, razorsharp arrow. “I can do that!”
Brook would exclaim. “I can be the Queen of the
Forest! Let’s go huntin’ baby!” You got that right,
Brook. You go girl!
Taking advantage of the cover and terrain,
just like her Uncle,
grandpa and Shemane had
taught her, she squiggled
and squirmed up the
ridgeline, the towering big
timber, bird life, fresh air,
and instinct to kill igniting
a primal fi re deep in her
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