THE TRAVAILS OF THE HUNTER 3: THE MAN WITH THE RIFLE

​I came out from the bush into a clearing and looked down the slope into the dense forest marking the lining of the stream.

If it were on other occasions, I would have been capture by the picturesque of the scenery, but not today. Today, I am for game hunting, and I was informed that I would likely see some games to sport on along the stream lining.

I checked the time from the angle of the sum, the hunter way. The shadows were a little bit to my right. I think it would be about 1pm. That is quite a long time from the morning when I left home. The only game I have spotted since then were the little squirrels and birds. It's going to be a long day.

I adjusted my back-pack and move the rile to my left hand to ease the flow of blood on my right. Then as I was about crossing the clearing, I heard a Grunting sound from somewhere far behind me.

I tilted my head toward the sound to have a clear hearing. The sound has become distinct at this time. I can pick out the rustling of the bushes somewhere to my far right behind me and seemed to be coming toward my direction.

if it were an animal, the only animals that could making such a grunting sound were bush pigs. Well, bush pigs were not just the kind of animal I would want to have an encounter with alone in the forest

I eased back into the bush and turned toward the direction of the sound. I held my rifle at the ready, just in case it is a bush pig. I am used to hunting little less wild games like antelopes, moneys and grass cutters which are good delicacies in bush meat pepper soup patronize by bush meat sellers back in town. But a bush pig wild in the forest is another thing altogether.

The sound is no more faint in the distance, but quite close to me. But somehow, it does not seemed to be coming directly to me, it was headed a little way off to my left toward the stream.

The afternoon heat has caused the sweat in my body the scrubs to stick to me, giving a very unpleasant feeling. But I managed to look through the leaves toward the sound. I caught my breath at what I saw.

It was a man with a gun in his hand , a double barrel rifle, hurriedly pushing his way toward the stream. I could feel the bile coming up my chest, almost suffocating me as I recognized the man.

He was one of the men that directed me to this part of the forest, insisting that I would have games here. But why is he following me with a gun. Following me? Well, to all assumption and purpose, that is what he is doing, tracking me into this thick forest after he had directed me to come here.

I held my breath as he past very close to where I was lurking behind some leaves. A dark huge man with a wild look, searching the parts as he went by.

I allowed him walk some meters away from where I was hiding, before I came out and sneaked silently away toward the way I came, moving very fast from the gun man.