Stalking hunters who hunt disrespectfully, the ones who are a little too joyous in their kills, the ones who hunt needlessly and for entertainment. Laying in wait. Observing them. They have not a care in the world, they litter, they make too much noise, they aren't paying attention, they're showing no respect. The first one drops hard and the rest take a moment to scatter. I've got all the time in the world, I lay prone and wait, popping each one that dares to move from cover. By nightfall I get bored and pack out. A white buck sees me and stops, it bows, and then springs away.