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I dont know if its bush jitters or just a particular part of the bush that puts the shits up me.
>be waiting in some ferns near nightfall, waiting for deer to walk out from the dripping bush
>air is very still
>many drip sounds and water flowing in a riverlet beside the bushline
>very quiet aside from that
>morporks (nz owl) start up, (very bad juju to look upon them
>the bush at this part is very old and near the edge of the farm, and the way in funnels you towards it, like a hungry mouth ready to swallow you up
>still very still, no wind at all, night is descending, no deer so far
>look into mouth of bush, theres fog slowly rolling up hill from it, the thick inpenetrable kind
>nothing makes a sound at this point, i can hear my heart slamming in my chest
>wait there till its dark enough for me not to make out the 44's sights, wander home.
That place is a bit eerie, ive never seem for roll uphill like that before. Heres a pic looking sort of in the mouth of it, before the fog rolled in.
