Chasing

I could smell it, but not see it. The forest is to dense, here near the railway bulwark. Amazingly just accros nobody knows about animals lingering here during cold months. I look here and there, but nothing. It seems it dissapears in thin air. Maybe I should give up, but that isn‚t an option. Finally I smell a sense od young deer. Muzzle down to ground, ass in the air and the chase is on. Halfway to the river, I have to go back, Jovan is lost. He is my master, who is walking me, but I am not sure who is walking who over here.

He is on the path reading some silly book, of some Russian classic master. I mean who goes to wood to read some Pushkin, whilst one can chase wild things around this beautiful forest. I am back on the trial, as Jovan is chasing me, he doesn‚t want to lose me again. At last, I spot the herd of one-year old bucks, closely together. I scream and bark, at the same time, in the way I am only capable of. The chase is on, one animal is separated, but something is chasing me also, some yelling:

"Danny come back, Danny".

I have to return, it is time to go home, where fine, hot supper awaits forest wanderers, at least me, I am not sure for him. Another chapter of book will be sufficient enough for guys like him.

However I will return in few days, beware of me, mine young friends. Is it possible to consider your prey a pal. That is a question for every hunter. They spend so much time in close vicinity of those animals, so in the end they made some bond. Some of them even greater then with people of their village.

Actually, they aren‚t to be afraid of me, I honestly can‚t hurt them. I am just a dog, if I own bazooka and the manual for it, things would be different. Running away from me is just good practise. You don‚t want such lovely, strong and muscule animals to become fat and lazy, like some other mammals with remote control or Internet 24/7.