He was born to it. He was bred for it. He is THE hunter plain and simple. His father was good. He is better. The men say he is the best. The men say he is like a soft breeze. He is silent never being heard taking down his prey. The men claim he is a ghost. His prey has never seen him coming. His prey is always unaware he is hunting them. He has been called "the ghost in the darkness".
He'd hunted in the jungles, the desert and the oceans. He'd hunted in the mountains and on the plains. If there was prey to be found he found it. Large and small, fast or slow it made no difference to him. They were just meat meant to be wasted. Some tried to hide from him. They changed their colors to blend in. Some got bold and formed packs hoping the weak would be taken instead. He couldn't be fooled. He knew his prey and took them down.
He is a surgeon. He operates with precision and skill. He carefully cuts out the diseased part leaving the healthy behind. He heals wounds and cures despair. He is a doctor of his profession.
He current prey thought they were illusive but not to the hunter. No he was predictable. He feeds at the same time and at the same place. His prey thought he was smart. He formed a small pack to hide in. But the hunter knew. The hunter would wait for there is time. He would bait the trap then strike. He would need five seconds at most. He could do that.
He baited the trap. His prey would need to feed today. The hunter would wait he had time. The trap had been baited. The prey would arrive and he would be taken down. His prey paused to check out the bait.
The hunter would need a draw today. So he looked right and set his eye on the prey. The hunter took a deep breath and exhaled and held it. He squeezed lightly with his finger and the silence exploded but the prey didn't hear it. His projectile flew true arcing upwards and to the right before it started its decent and its wind aided trip to the left. His prey dropped where it was never to move again. Daniel Shaw would rise no more. Goodbye Daniel Shaw I am Gabriel the Archangel of Death and I AM the Hunter.
Two days later a single fifty cal shell casing was found three quarters of a mile away from where the prey had fallen. It was wrapped in a red ribbon with a bow. On a single piece of paper there was a note. It was simple like the hunter. "For Chuck and Sarah, live long and prosper"