• There once was a man who yearned his whole life to kill the ultimate buck and one day... he found it. A beautiful creature, the simple sight of it is enough to drown a man with adrenaline. The thrill of the hunt became his passion, his obsession. His gun sounded an ear shattering cry. His trophy kicked and snorted in agony, fueling the man's high ever more greatly. It's eyes glazing over and it made a mad dash to the shelter of the trees. His hunter followed on legs that ran so quickly it felt like he was flying, gliding over the ground beneath him. All around him blurred and he could only see the buck limply running in front of him. He could just feel the cool ivory horns in the palm of his hands. In it's last moments of it's life the buck tried one last tactic to escape capture, to end the pain. It ran straight over the edge of a cliff, or more likely was trying to jump to the ledge on the other side, but it did not have the strength. The man, drugged with obsession, refused to let the prize escape his grasp. In one simple leap he followed the buck to it's inevitable doom. The peace of falling is an unbearable feeling. Nothing but the wind around you and scenes of your life flashing before your eyes until, the end. His trophy was dead, he had achieved his life long dream, but at the price of his own life.


    Lesson of the story is: Don't let one dream ruin an entire life time of others.