Booby trap

Hunters are the best hunters in the mountains. Because hunters know that to be a good hunter, not only do they have to be free of bullets, but they also need to be resourceful.

The reason why a hunter is good is that he knows how to trap, not fight. He knows that ferocious tigers, wolves, jackals and leopards are not to be provoked, and his life will be at risk at every turn. And the docile deer, rabbit, horse and sheep can kill on a large scale.

The hunter was a little insidious. He didn't shoot the first prey, but caught it after being wounded, and when the bait was tied to the tree, he hid in the bushes and waited leisurely. When the whining of the prey called his companions, the hunter stretched out a black barrel from the bushes and shot accurately.

Hunters know that weak animals must survive in groups, and there is a noble spirit of mutual assistance in the group. It is the existence of this noble spirit that enables hunters to return with a full load every time. So hunters often laugh secretly when they return, laughing at the stupidity of their prey.

That morning, the hunter went up the mountain as confidently as ever. After the rain, the mountain was more beautiful and charming than ever, and the fragrance of soil and flowers filled the woods.

The hunter heard the sound of deer, and he was suddenly refreshed. His footsteps became cheerful.

The deer chirping came from a clearing in the middle of the woods. The three deer in the clearing, unaware that the danger had enveloped them, were still intoxicated. The hunter hid in the bushes and began to plan the first target under the muzzle, which he soon discovered was a male deer, a doe and a deer cub.

The hunter raised his gun slowly, and the deer cub swayed to the sound of the gunshot and fell to his knees. The male and female deer were startled at the sound, but ran two steps to look back and saw the deer cub kneeling on the ground. So they looked up to the sky and whined. While the hunter was proud of his plan, the two deer approached the deer cub step by step in a shrill chirping sound.

When the hunter raised the barrel of the gun again, the sound of deer chirping suddenly came one after another from the woods on all sides, and the sound became louder and closer. The hunter was secretly rejoicing when he saw many deer swarming up the clearing from the bushes, chirping in unison.

Another shot rang out, and a deer fell, blood gurgling out, dyeing the grass brown-red. The deer did not flee in fright, but the chirping was even more mournful. The mourning of the deer sounded like a high-pitched song of triumph to the hunter. The loud song of triumph stimulated the hunter's blood.

As the gunshots rang out one after another, seven or eight deer had fallen down awe-inspiring. The raging passion in the hunter's chest had to be extinguished by running out of ammunition.

The deer were still whining. The hunter lit a cigarette and waited leisurely, hoping to wait until the deer dispersed before reaping the fruits of the booby trap. Just as the hunter squinted happily, the deer exploded and fled.

The hunter got out of the bushes and suddenly smelled a strong fishy stench. The hunter looked back and found that a large and colorful tiger was approaching him behind him. How can there be tigers around here? Even if there are tigers, they should have been scared away when they heard the sound of gunshots!

The hunter suddenly shuddered: Those deer! Those deer are trapping him! They ran out of bullets with their bodies, and the whining not only summoned the tiger but masked the gunshots!

The hunter finally lost his breath with a tiger roar. He didn't understand when he was dying, how could a docile and weak deer trap him?