The night was cold and had draped the valley in a veil of mist and frost.
The first rays of sunlight cast long shadows over the mountain panorama.
His supplies were running low. A bit of beaver fat, mountain herbs, and dried meat.
He had been tracking the animal for days. It was the largest twelve-pointer he had ever seen in this pass.
His shot had only grazed its target due to the fierce drop in altitude.
The injured animal had been strong
enough to flee for another 12 hours through the barren and steep mountain landscape.
Now the steps were getting shorter and the blood trail larger.
Another two hours of hiking lay behind him when he suddenly stopped. He caught that unmistakable scent. Much more intense than he had known from other hunts, but he knew deep down that his search would end here.
In a clearing, deep in the coniferous forest, lay the massive stag, collapsed and powerless.
He was panting and completely exhausted.
It was the hunter's duty to free the animal from its suffering.
The closer he got to the clearing, the stronger the scent became that accompanied the moment.
Now he stood there. His prey, his goal lying before him. On the edge of life. He paused for a moment as something within him became restless.
What his eyes could not see, his nose had immediately sensed nearby.
People would later say he knew the Sayang Mountains and its inhabitants well and understood what awaited him now, but still, the deadly attack came unexpectedly…
Fortunately, I perceive the scent completely differently and especially not in such an animalistic way. To my nose, this fragrance is wonderfully intertwined, opulent, and seductive, as long as you don't over-spray it.
Trophy
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