Facing the Hunter
“However, not as young as some.
The year before this hunt I had seen a deer far away in a back field as I was leaving the woods on a raw, cold evening, thinking only about warmth and supper. I was cold and my hands were frozen, in pain. The deer I saw, just a sudden dark spot at the edge of the wood, jumped and flashed its tail and was gone. I was no threat to it. But I patiently waited for the next year.
It was early November—in an age before cellphones, or faxes, when electric typewriters seem...ed a luxury. I was in the rough-boarded camp attempting one of my first stories, one that I would take and read later on to men, professors, who had come from the States and I suppose back then saw both me and my stories as far more exotic than they do now. I was left in camp by a friend who told me he would be back in a day. (He would berate me most of my life for my books while never bothering to read one. Better, I suppose, than being berated for books by those who do read them.) A day and then another went by, and I felt very alone.MoreLess
The year before this hunt I had seen a deer far away in a back field as I was leaving the woods on a raw, cold evening, thinking only about warmth and supper. I was cold and my hands were frozen, in pain. The deer I saw, just a sudden dark spot at the edge of the wood, jumped and flashed its tail and was gone. I was no threat to it. But I patiently waited for the next year.
It was early November—in an age before cellphones, or faxes, when electric typewriters seem...ed a luxury. I was in the rough-boarded camp attempting one of my first stories, one that I would take and read later on to men, professors, who had come from the States and I suppose back then saw both me and my stories as far more exotic than they do now. I was left in camp by a friend who told me he would be back in a day. (He would berate me most of my life for my books while never bothering to read one. Better, I suppose, than being berated for books by those who do read them.) A day and then another went by, and I felt very alone.MoreLess
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