focus, sharpening of light from lenses, targeting, crosshairs with little tick marks to find out how far away it is, must turn the sight back on that 12 point buck, can't let it get away, use the gun, but he's too far away, the bow is much too weak, have to chase it down through the woods, stepping quietly so not to scare it off, becoming one with the surroundings, blending in, shifting of shadows, stepping closer to the prize, unsheath the knife i'm that close, keep the blade sharpened, he's so close, and then i step on a twig and off he goes bounding through the forest. and so the chase must begin again. because what's the point of going on a hunt, if you don't get the head for the wall? the thrill of the hunt? the rush of chasing, of walking lightly through leaves? maybe, maybe that makes it worth much more than any dead deer head with antlers you might bag. it's the hunt i'm after, and focus in on that. how to move without making a sound. how to get closer without being upwind, without alerting my presence, how to track in the dead of winter, with snow falling all around me. i must.