In my years of hunting, I had gone through many moments of
anxiety and suspense but this was worse than any of them because I felt the
emotions of the hunter and the hunted. In my own opinion, a gun seemed to be
the conqueror of almost everything on this planet earth. Only to my
expectations, the confusion reached its maximum.
It was the early hours of morning when I and my son went for
hunting, then there appeared something unusual, the son touched me. There he
pointed and took aim toward a point down in the valley where some leaves were
moving.
I strained my eyes in between the slopes up and all I could
see was a bending of boughs and a fluttering of high branches. Since the
movements in the vegetation bound to be noisy, I reared and almost fell
backward as well as shooting bullets in the sky.
I t was long before a stream of lions raced down from the
top at a crazy speed rolling over and over towards my direction. Confidently I released
bullets without seizing but this could not stop them as they were furiously swinging,
lunged in every direction, galloping recklessly right and left.
I put down my gun and started crying, shouting and gesticulating,
but all was meaningless .Only to come back to my senses, I was in deep blood
and the gun being broken to ashes. Up to
now, I can’t tell how I survived only to say to you that there was some special
power beyond human understanding.
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