If he didn't hunt, he didn't eat.
Alright, maybe that wasn't entirely true. The Rakyat kept the store mostly well supplied and were fairly good with keeping the community fed, because if they didn't, who would? But Jens hated charity. He hated feeling like someone to be pitied and taken care of, and he knew some of the women would dote on him if he allowed them.
He never allowed them.
He shifted, not comfortable where he was sitting, waiting for the herd to come by again. He liked deer better than boars for multiple reasons. For one, they were more gamey and leaner, meaning less fat to scrape off the meat. Second, he made a mean deer stew when he had the supplies, and the store had vegetables last he'd seen. Third, a deer was easier on him to carry over his shoulders than a boar. So long as he could move quickly back to Amanaki, he was good.
He leaned away from his scope, blinking and rubbing his eyes, before leaning back in. There they were, cautious as ever with that pack of wild dogs around. He hoped his repellant was still working properly.
But no time for that. He lined up his shot, gaze following a young buck, and slid his finger over the trigger..... BAM! With a spurt of blood, the animal collapsed, the rest of the herd panicking and fleeing. He got to his feet, picking up his gun and slinging it over his shoulder, half-sliding and half-running down the hill he'd set up on to go retrieve his prize. It was funny, for a moment, he almost thought he had heard a second shot.....
