Fierce Game Hunting

A bead of sweat forms on your brow, but you resist the urge brush it off. Prone on the forest floor, ensconced by scrub and foliage, you draw the pristine, cool air into your lungs and hold it there.

With hands as still as the colossal trunks that stretch out endlessly before you, your crosshair now rests steadily on a majestic buck only a short distance away.

You, a proficient hunter?