A Good Descriptive Hunting Essay.

There was no visible light out. It was calm out tonight; mid night dew still fresh on my boots. The smell of fresh pine covered the bare spot of the forest I was now camped in. It was time to break camp; camping too long in one spot could give away my posion. I quickly put away the rest of the salted pork in my left leg pocket and mounted my gun on my right shoulder. I started to stand up, but very slowly as to not alert a fly. I finally reach mid standing (not quite standing, but not quite crouching.) I slowly creep forward, listening to every sound that I wasn't making. I crept slowly to…