Urbanibalism

Posts tagged:   ‘Camoflage’

Clambering our way through the wet grasses and bogs of mud we take up our hunting positions. Camoflaging ourselves as dead tree stumps. Keeping very low and still with chin resting on the dew of the grass. We whisper. Michiel gives a duck call. Some minutes go by, maybe 10. A small gaggle of geese fly overhead. Then comes the pang of gunshot with pellets of hail bullet. A goose falling out of life, out of sky.