The hunt

The suns beams rose of the empty field
And shone through the morning fog
There they sat and waited
For the high pitched bugle of a Bull elks song

She looked over at her father
And saw him smile and point
Across the field
Out of the forest and brush
Did the Bull emerge

She got into position to shoot
While her dad watched silently on
A loud "CRACK!!" rose through air
And down he fell

They rushed to the still warm body
And looked over the size and girth
They positioned and posed for a picture
The girl smiled at her dad on her first kill
And clutched the coffee can with his ashes tight

And walked off carrying the carcass of the dead.