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Bart Jansen

Chicken Trophy

Chicken Trophy

hunting the wild rooster

It terrorized the village for months. A bloodcurdling chase. My horse died on the seventh day. I slept in it's carcass. On the edge of hypothermia the beast finally in my gun sight, appearing almost human with its wild, evil intelligence. It dodged the first bullet, It must have dodged the first bullet.

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