Tree Stand

It's a sad day for man-kind, isn't it? No, what's actually sad is that we had to put all of you into jail just to get you to act like normal, decent fucking human beings- it's sad that we have to even consider that. Ah... Are you starting to get a feel for what it's like, now, to be dehumanized? Sucks pretty bad, huh? Again, I'm ashamed we had to get to this point. But then again, that's not my problem. Don't worry about anything right now. I have your phone, and your keys, and your wallet. It's all right here with me. Your whole entire little world, it's safe with me. None of that is important right now. It's just you, in your tiny little cage, and me. I have to tell you a few things. I have a little story to tell you. Just a little info about why you're here. Didn't anyone ever tell you that your actions have consequences? That this world we live in is real? No? ... Oh, that's right. You've been gagged. In that case then, ...

Just a quick one for my friends. It was a beautiful early autumn morning, opening day for hunting deer with bow and arrow. Awake hours before dawn, I hauled my gear to my tree stand, climbed the twenty feet to my perch, and settled in to wait for the sun. I'd had luck in this location before. My stand was well situated. Close to multiple game trails with good line of sight in most directions. Enough branches below me that I was invisible from the ground unless you knew where to look, and painted to match the tree. I had worn my orange vest over my camouflage on the way out to the sight but removed it once I was situated in the stand. With my face darkened with paint, I was virtually invisible. I tucked some homemade jerky in my cheek to soften and enjoyed the morning. Even on the rare occasion that I never saw a deer, I truly enjoyed being out in nature, listening to the sounds, taking in the views. The hour before and after dawn are usually good for seeing the deer as they feed. ...