Jus a little movment from bluejay. Little story THUD! The bolt fired from my crossbow hit the deer in it's leg forcings it to stumble in pain through the undergrowth of the forest. Painfully tearing the wound open makings it bigger untill the deer colapsed on a big lump of grass. Where I used my skills I hade been learning since I was a little boy at that stage aiming a little oak bow into a tree and trying to hit a bird that was perched on the edge of the branch I pulled the deer that I had killed over a river where i striped it's stomach contents out into the stream startling some fish that darted away trying to avoid the guts from the dead deer as I got closer to home I spotted a fainte haze telling me that the college that I lived in was preparing for a cold night where the weather was alwas upredictable I walked through into our little hut on the outside of the college where I was meet by my dad called John who started cooking the deer. It was the first meal we had had in a few days and as soon as the fat touched my throat it felt the best thing I had had in well ever. End of first part