Summing up all of the above, it is not surprising that by midnight I was not in a state of contemplation anymore, but was furiously hating all living things and was still hungry. And so, while crawling concentrated to the next roe, in a state close to mystical trance, when there is only me, the target in front of me and the hated forest carpet, and trying to crack another twig, I suddenly began to experience a strange, irrational excitement strongly knocked out of this simple system. Having hidden, having studied the situation and never found the reasons of strange sensations, I continued my way coldly drilling with a glance the furry back of the animal's nape, until at one moment I was simply stirred up by a wave of fear and horror, and the roe deer, planned by me on the main dish, rushed from the place so that the blow of hooves tore off a layer of grass and turf.
I wasn't even following her, but as soon as the hoofed guy got away with it, it was like a terrible thing to take off his hand. Everything turned out to be not my emotion, but the animals. I just didn't see any other rational explanation for what had happened. But how?
Two goals
The next hunt had two goals: to fill the stomach and to find out what happened and whether it was possible to control it? Alas, she did not give any answers, "something like that" I couldn't feel again until a couple of days later, but it was very fragile and again ended with the escape of dinner. As well as a few other cases that followed.
The construction work was not glued either - the weather got worse, the rains became more frequent and, despite the increase in the "working day", in fact, there was no time for anything. But there is no silver lining: hunger is a good teacher. Left without long-range weapons, I had to adapt willingly or not. No, I didn't rush from the trees to the moose running by - not only would it look stupid (who is it to look at me here?), but also the efficiency is questionable. I just got used to the snares and at least one hare in the night still sentenced without extra effort. It seems a trifle, and you go build working snares using only grass and twigs! Ambushes with bait also gave their fruits - I almost didn't cook meat, though I grabbed kettles in my time - it didn't make sense, because it didn't save from vampire thirst in any volumes, and the taste, in the absence of elementary salt and at least some seasonings, left much to be desired. Thus, the bait material was enough. Another thing is that, first of all, there were many fewer predators in the vicinity than herbivores, and secondly, my efforts only reduced them, and secondly, and they quickly enough learned the wisdom about free cheese and mouse trap, which made this seemingly win-win method of food extraction quite difficult, hinting transparently that it is not necessary to rely on it completely. At the same time, there was progress with sneaking up and though the feeling of other people's feelings, and sometimes even the feeling of scraps of thoughts, rather prevented (try to keep calm and correctness of movement, when suddenly rolls the thought of what a wonderful taste in the chewed leaves, or how annoying bites climbing into the most interesting places (which you do not have at all) insects or that is about to "fall out of the ponytail". Especially the last one! For here you crawl and crawl here on you - you feel that the most shameful thing will happen now, which wasn't with you since you were five years old, and you won't go anywhere from this feeling. Here's the thing with the butter at such a moment, not calmness and self-control!), but the case slowly moved. They say a person gets used to everything, so I tried to get used to it too...
Last night was a successful night and I was fed up for once, and that's why today I allowed myself to relax a little. The clouds split a little bit, and then there they were, opening up distant stars. The gentle fire-cracked quietly, once again drying out the long-suffering clothes. The cool night air pleasantly is blown off the naked torso.
I felt the approach of the wolf for a long time - the ability to feel living creatures within a radius of a hundred to two hundred meters, with that half-mad slaughter in the camp of robbers, has not disappeared. As a matter of fact, only thanks to it hunting became possible for me at all, otherwise, I wouldn't have found anybody in more often. Small animals, like mice and squirrels, were the background to which I almost stopped paying attention, but the big ones felt at once, regardless of the presence of honey obstacles.