Quick Buck

An “entry” for the weekly idiom prompt called Thimbleful Thursday by Lyn Thorne-Alder.

Sam did his best to keep his breathing soft and deep, trying to ensure his excitement would not destroy the moment. Seated on the almost comfortable canvas stool in the blind, his buns had become a little numb, too. It had been seven hours since dawn with only a noon break for a sandwich Emma made, followed by a needed break to pee. Right there, less than 50 yards away was a magnificent twelve point buck deer. Sam cradled his rifle, clicked off the safety and…gone. Yet another long-term plan foiled by a quick buck.


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