MORGANSTEIN
CHRISTMAS SHOOTOUT
3
"I'll
have a conversation with the hunters, " I warned the girls, as I tried to reassure their anxieties. Confronting men with weapons was a change from
busting pros and Johns, who had sex rather than shooting on their minds. I
remembered the stories by Hemingway, "The Killers", and the "Snows of
Killamenjaro". The two stories merged in my thoughts. I felt a cold chill.
"Good
luck Rich, " the gorgeous blond cried with trepidation in
her voice. From 
graduate school in criminology to pros to tracking hunters with
dangerous weapons. I could be shot accidentally, or by intention if one of the
hunters were pathological. I recalled the case studies in graduate school at ASU of the
multiple personality hunter and banker. He was a banker during the day and hunter on weekends.
"Distinct personalities existed alternatively without interaction", the Professor
said. The sociopath hunter and the conservative banker!
I
crossed Siphon Trail to Jacob's crosscut, avoiding Prospector's Lookout, since that was in the line of fire. Hikers descended the Lookout as the
hunter with a shotgun fired...boom.. .that
reverberated throughout the mountain echoing back with a reply...raouoooom. ..
I began to pray to my self...please god I don't 't want lo get shot on my day off. Ha does that mean I don't café about being shot
while I'm on duty? Clearing my mind of the jailhouse humor, I intersected Jacob's Crosscut
trail, approaching the orange hunter. As
I approached he froze in his tracks looking
at something in the bushes at right angles to my viewpoint. He fired a shotgun blast...boom... at the bushes.
Crackling sounds of branches, and a bird flew up over my head
like a bat out of hell. It was a humming bird. The hunter had fired a shotgun blast at a
humming bird!
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