With his destiny flashing before his eyes, George slid into shooting position. To his dismay, he found he could not hold a steady bead. His sights, unsurprisingly, wavered on and off the magnificent animal. But the next time they were “on”, he took his chance.
The rifle crack echoed off the mountains. Through the shaking scope, George watched the mighty beast stagger. This was George’s moment, his chance for greatness. This was the place where life intersected with destiny, where a legend was about to fall, and he would be part of it. Continue Reading