Hunting
Dated to Wednesday, 3 January 2007.
Content warning: Contains extreme violence and disturbing imagery, read with caution. Violence to a lesser extent in second top-level comment.
At long last I am going to the other side of the island. I've planned to go for some time but never have. It should be pleasant after the recent snow and I shall go round to where I think I will want to build my shelter when I'm able to leave the compound--assuming that it gets warmer again. If they allow me to go and it remains cold, I'll have to stay in the caves whether or not I wish it.
I bring along my bow and axe as well as my eating dagger, being the only knife I have now. When I'm finished looking at the land I plan on walking down the beach around the dinosaur area and hunting. There are deer now. I have all I'll need--have woven another rope from the twine to hang my kill. That made me uncomfortable at first, but I needed something. I hope the ground is not too frozen to bury the blood and entrails--there are wolves on the island now also, and not the Stark family direwolves.
I feel strange wearing modern clothing but it's warm enough. The hiking boots should do well in the snow and the heavy leggings are almost as warm as mine. Strange, heavy material. I'm wearing the thick shirt I found of blue and green over one of the t-shirts. I normally wouldn't but out hunting I could use another layer. I have my gloves and my cloak and I'm ready to go. It's early enough that I shouldn't alarm anyone walking out armed, and the venison is likely to be appreciated. I'm looking forward to my day.
I feel like myself again, almost free. Not too worried about time--nightfall is hours and hours away.
Content warning: Contains extreme violence and disturbing imagery, read with caution. Violence to a lesser extent in second top-level comment.
At long last I am going to the other side of the island. I've planned to go for some time but never have. It should be pleasant after the recent snow and I shall go round to where I think I will want to build my shelter when I'm able to leave the compound--assuming that it gets warmer again. If they allow me to go and it remains cold, I'll have to stay in the caves whether or not I wish it.
I bring along my bow and axe as well as my eating dagger, being the only knife I have now. When I'm finished looking at the land I plan on walking down the beach around the dinosaur area and hunting. There are deer now. I have all I'll need--have woven another rope from the twine to hang my kill. That made me uncomfortable at first, but I needed something. I hope the ground is not too frozen to bury the blood and entrails--there are wolves on the island now also, and not the Stark family direwolves.
I feel strange wearing modern clothing but it's warm enough. The hiking boots should do well in the snow and the heavy leggings are almost as warm as mine. Strange, heavy material. I'm wearing the thick shirt I found of blue and green over one of the t-shirts. I normally wouldn't but out hunting I could use another layer. I have my gloves and my cloak and I'm ready to go. It's early enough that I shouldn't alarm anyone walking out armed, and the venison is likely to be appreciated. I'm looking forward to my day.
I feel like myself again, almost free. Not too worried about time--nightfall is hours and hours away.