O the feel of power,to capture the feeble and crush the small.With a subtle gentle move as a predator is to the prey,so is the hunter to the hunted.The sling,arrow and gun.Being obedient servants.To the masters orders."Chai! I don miss am' o...".But when i fail i will trt again."For what is left for the trembling one is taken by the one who climbs the tree.Whit eyes open wide and mind focused tight. I sure will hit and WIN!
