A La Caza Del Depredador
(Antonio Davilla)
PREDATOR ERASMO-- in 01/01/2006 11:04 p.m. TO THE HUNTING OF THE PREDATOR--ERASMO- ?NAUSEOUS SCENTI COULDTO PERCEIVEMYSELF THROUGH THE DISTANCE, THE ROTTEN BIRDS FLEW AROUND IT IN THE DISTANCES, THE SCENE WASTERRIFY THERE, INTHE HOIST SURROUNDING IN THEIR DRY BRANCHES, THE SCAVENGING ANIMALS WAITED FOR THEIR TURN, ON THE BRANCHES, WITH THEIR RIPPING UP BEAKS, STINK BLACKS,THEY HAD AN UGLY ASPECT THAT SCARED-- A DEAD BODY ALMOST DEVOURED, WASON THE GROUND, BOVINE WITH MARKS OF CLAW AND A DESTROYED TRACHEA, IN THE DUSTY GROUND, DEEP TRACKS, `HOOVES INDICATED THAT THERE WAS A FIGHT. AMERICAN LION, OUR PUMA, FATTENED THE PREDATOR AND AGILE FELINE,HAD ARRIVED ALMOST UNTIL THE FARM SEEDING EXCESSES, KILLING WON, THE ZEBU, WITH ITS GREAT HORNS, THE BEEN ON MARKS OF GARRASSOBRE THE BACK, COGOTE, FACE, AWARES, THE BURIED SPEARS-- YOU WATCH ANDINSPECT THE TRACKS IN THE DUST,I FALLOWEDTHE TRACKS OF THE FELINE, AND I COULD IMAGINEHOW ITPREPARED THE WATCHED OVER,IT ATEA LITTLE BITANDIT LEFT LEAVING THE REST, WITH CARE,I FALLOWEDTHE TRACKS A STRETCH, ANDI CAME BACKON MY STEPS APPARENTLYIT WAS SINGLE, WAS NOT€COMPANIED BY THE FEMALE OR PUPPIES, THE ANIMAL, ASTUTE, FATTENED AND WITHLOTS OFRECKLESSNESS, MY FUNCTIONAS ANOTHER EXPERIENCED HUNTER, WAS TO HUNT IT, RAISED THE THINGS THUS, THE PUMA TOWARDS EXCESSES BETWEEN THE POPULATION OF BOVINE. WE WALKED FALLOWING THE TRACKS CAREFULLY,I HADAN OLD GUN, INHERITED IN THE INSURANCE WAR OF THE CHACO, A HEAVY KNAPSACK ACCOMPANIED ME, MY SHARPENING KNIFEFOR HUNTING, THE MACHETE, THIS WAS NOT A GAME IN ORDER TO SMILE OR BECOME CONTENTED, IT WAS THE CLEVERNESS OFTHE MAN AGAINST THE CLEVERNESS AND RECKLESSNESS OF THE BEASTWE HADWALKED ALMOSTTIL NOON,FALLOWING THE VISIBLE TRACKS, MORE AND MORE FRESH, THE ADRENALIN RAISING IN CRAZY RACE, PEARLED SWEAT ON THE FOREHEAD, WE DID NOT ARTICULATE ANY WORD, EACH ONEKNEW WHAT TO DO, THE MOMENT ARRIVED, --I CHARGEDMY WEAPON, WITH THE HAND TAKES THE FIRING PIN TO THE FIRST REST, I UNHOOKED THEWATER-BOTTLEFROM MY WAIST ANDI TOOK IT ON MY DRYLIPS AND DRANK A SIP OF WATER, THE HUMID BURLAP THAT SURROUNDED THEWATER-BOTTLE HURT THE SENSE OF SMELL-- I OBSERVED THE CONTOURS AND A RESTLESSNESS INVADED ME ANDI UNDERSTOODTHAT IT WAS OBSERVING TO ME, I HURRIED, WHEN I WAS ALONEALREADY, ITRIED NOT TO STEP ON SOME DRIED BRANCHES,IT HAD THE ADVANTAGEIT HADTHE SENSE OF SMELL AND THE SECRECY PROPER OF THE FELINES EXPERIMENTED, IT COULD ATTACKBY SURPRISE--- WHENTURNING A EARTH BEND, TREES AND GRASS,I WATCHED ITBETWEEN THE SHRUBS,ITS BROWN COLORSTOOD OUTBETWEEN THE BRANCHES, POINTS THE WEAPON AND IT WATCHED ME, BREATHING WITH THETONGUE OUT OF ITS MUZZLE, WHEN IT SAW ME CLOSED ITS MOUTH ANDLEFT FORMTHE RADIUS OF MY VISION-- I SURROUNDS THE PLACE QUICKLY, IMAGINING TOWARDS WHERE IT HAD GONE,MY INTUITION FAILED, I FLEED TOWARDS THE OTHER SIDE,I FALLOWEDTHAT DIRECTION AND ALMOST AT ONE HUNDRED METERS I SAW IT AGAIN, THIS TIME OF FLANK, I HURRIED THE MARCH PRAYING THAT THE WIND CIRCULATED AROUND THE OTHER WAY,-- AND I HAD IT ABOUT40 FORTY METERS,I WOULD NOT FAILIF IT GAVE ME TIME,I POINTED OUTCAREFULLY WITHOUT BREATHING, TO THE HEIGHT OF THE KNEE OF THE BIG ANIMAL AND SHOT, JUMPED UP AND DOWNON THE AIR BEFORE THE IMPACT AND I REMAIN VERY QUIET--I APPROACHED TOIT CAUTIOUS, AND I PUT MY HEAVY BOOT ON THE HEAD OF THE ANIMAL, IF IT WAS STILL ALIVE, IT WOULD BITE MY BOOT AND NOT MY LEG, WATCHED THE MAJESTIC ANIMAL, BEAUTIFUL, GREAT, WELL FED, WHOLE TEETH,IT WAS NOT OLD,I FELT ASHAMED, BUT THE NIGHTMARE OF THE VILLAGE HAD FINISHED HERE, THE EXPLOSION OF THE WEAPON WHEN SHOOTING ATTRACTED THE OTHER HUNTER, LOOKED AT ME, WATCHED ITAND SMILED TO ME INPERCEPTIBLE HE CROUCHED AND I REMAIN IN SILENCE PERHAPS THINKING JUST LIKEME. WE CONTEMPLATED TO THEDEAD ANIMAL, I DRIEDMY SWEATING -- WATCHED THE CLOCK, ALMOST AFTERNOON, WE HAD WALKED FOR THIRTEEN HOURS , I NEEDED A REST AND A GOOD BATH?I TOOK OUT A CIGARETTE, INVITED IN SILENCE THE OTHER ONE, ILIGHTED ANOTHER ONE, AND RELEASED A SMOKE WHIFF, ..... RELAXING TENSIONS, CALM---I THOUGHTHOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE ME TO GO BACK, A COFFEEWOULD BE GOODAND TOTAKE OFF THE BOOTS WOULD BE FINE FOR ME AS WELL--------ERASMO--
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