I wake up early in the morning. It's cold, the birds are noisy, the sun is to bright. I stood up to fast and BAM broke my twig shelter. I felt like Eeyore, every day my house gets shattered no matter how hard i work to get it fixed. Oh well.
My stomach starts growling. Great, it's early, I'm hungry and I KNOW my food is not going to come easy. Sigh. I go over to my hunting partners Maya and Adhara and wake them up.
"Hey" they say simultaneously. I didn't even need to explain. It's the same every morning, no matter were we go. We wake up much to early, get in our hunting groups and go out.
We gathered our weapons, quite primitive i must say. We saw a tribe yesterday with some queer looking new weapons but my tribe being "traditional" or whatever refused to trade. Sigh. Anyways, we gathered our weapons and our bags and started off into the forest. I heard there was a family of deer over on the north west side of the forest so we headed over there. After about 7 hours of walking and collecting fruits on the way, we spotted the deer from lengths away and realized that it was going to be difficult to catch one. They were to far away and there was no place to hide so we could sneakily throw our spears.
We spotted a small berry bush and walked over to gather some berries then realized we could use it as our cover.
"On the the count of three." I said. I held one finger up, two fingers up, THREE. We jumped out of the bushes rapidly and threw our spears. All the deer ran away except for two that were bleeding on the floor. "Thank you brother deer," I said "for giving up your life for mine." On the way back to camp we patted each other on the shoulders. We killed two deer with three spears. That's particularly good for three young female hunter-gatherers.
Skipping the bloody details of the skinning of the deer and the collection of it's edible meats, we threw everything into our sacks and headed back to our camp. By the time we got there our collapsible homes were in deer skin sacks and ready to be carried for travel. We're moving AGAIN?, i thought to myself. I'd love to just settle down, stay somewhere. Like that's going to happen. Well anyways, i brought the food over to the women in the camp, one of them being my mother. My mother kissed me proud of my victory in catching dinner for the tribe and started to prepare the meal.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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