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“Rogue” Teaser

Here’s a teaser from a short story I’m currently working on titled, “Rogue”

“The onshore breeze slipped around the water logged boles and through the exposed roots of the mangroves bringing with it the scents from the mudflats; rotting seaweed, brackish water and dead fish. Sweat caused his shirt to stick to his back just under his shoulder blades as he readjusted his rifle sling and peered into the dark latticework of the jungle ahead.

Somewhere within the primordial depths of these swamps and glades lurked the four hundred pound, silent killer of men that Jonathan had come to track down. He knew the beast would test all of his skills, all of his bushcraft and knowledge of jungle lore besides presenting him with the personal, physical trial these things always distilled down to every time he undertook them. Any mistakes meant death and he counted on his prey being the first to commit one in the days and maybe weeks to follow.

A gang of rhesus macaque hooted and scolded him from the safety of the tree tops, their antics serving to refocus his attention to the present task at hand.

He noted the direction in which the pug marks lead and, moving off to the side a few yards so as not to spoil the tracks, Jonathan slipped into the jungle after them.”


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a hand reaches out 

with food across a fire

witness this act

long after the hunt 

and the final meal is offered

to the animal itself

in this time honored


© Erik Hansen 2017

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I have never felt so in tune with the natural world, so sure of my place and my part on our planet as when I find myself far from the road and the beaten path, hunting wild game.It is very difficult to relate this to others as the experience is profoundly personal and intrinsically spiritual. 

Often I find myself able to relate to a fellow hunter and sometimes maybe, just maybe, I am able to relate the hunting experience to someone who is not.

When I find myself alone in the outdoors, at peace with myself, I see life beginning and ending and beginning again as it was always meant to be. 

I see the autumn leaves blaze in the brightest sunlight and the stars of Orion’s belt poke through the blackest shroud of night.

Every sound, every smell and every sight is truly a gift.

I feel my God’s presence and love, nonjudgemental and unconditional, as it was always meant to be.

I walk into the outdoors with an overwhelming sense of gratitude each and every time and it never grows old.

My life is saved every time I enter the woods to go hunting, my soul belonging to the ritual.

As it was always meant to be.


Bradford, NH

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