Originally posted by onesp1ng
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... Stalking through the taiga, clad in reindeer fur, a composite bow in your hands, a quiver of birch bark on your back, the sky is blue, but all around you is snow, white and sparkling in the clear and frosty air. Silence. The silence is deafening. The only sounds are your own breathing and the creaking of the snow under your feet. Alert and keeping your bow ready, you are hunting for food. Grouse, deer, lynx or even bear.
Ahh, the joy of hunting.
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