The young man had long dreamed of a real hunt. He worked seven days a week, saved money for gear, read articles, watched videos—imagining how he would one day find himself in the quiet of the forest, hide behind a tree, and finally catch his prey.
So one morning, he gathered everything he needed, threw the gun in his pickup, and set out into the dense forest, full of autumn scents and rustling sounds.
The first few hours passed without a trace. Not a single animal, not a single movement among the trees. He was beginning to think the day would be useless or that he was too inexperienced, when suddenly two silhouettes raced right in front of him—a deer and a small fawn.
The hunter’s heart began to beat faster. He slowly raised the gun, took aim, and held his breath.
Bang.
The shot rang out loudly, but the bullet missed. The frightened animals instantly disappeared among the trees.
Desperate and tired, the man wandered through the forest for several more hours, but to no avail. His legs ached, his stomach growled, and his head began to spin with exhaustion.
Deciding to take a break, he sat down by a huge oak tree, rested his gun against the trunk… and before he knew it, his eyes closed and he fell asleep.
He didn’t know he’d been watched the whole time. From a distance, behind the bushes, a small fawn—the very one he’d tried to shoot that morning—was watching the hunter’s every move.
The fawn waited. And when it realized the man was fast asleep, it cautiously emerged from the bushes. Its thin legs trembled, but curiosity overcame its fear.
It approached the sleeping man. Sniffed the air. Then, cautiously, it reached out to the man and stopped a few centimeters from his face, as if checking to see if he was alive.
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The fawn noticed the gun leaning against a tree. For a moment, it simply stared at it… and then did something that later truly horrified the man.
The fawn carefully hooked the gun’s strap with its teeth, tugged—once… twice… and, feeling the weapon give way, quickly turned and dragged the gun toward the thicket.
The strap dragged along the dry leaves, and the thin legs walked with surprising confidence and speed.
When the man woke up, the first thing he saw was an empty space next to the tree. The gun was gone.
At first, he thought people had stolen it. Then, that perhaps it had fallen and rolled somewhere.
But the longer he searched, the more a cold terror gripped him.
The gun was gone. Without a trace. And somewhere deep in the forest, a small fawn stood next to the gun and, according to forest rangers, later dragged it into an old hole in the oak tree’s roots—a place where people would definitely not find it.
The man never figured out where it had disappeared to. The fawn, which he had almost killed, seemed to have taken revenge on him.
The man never hunted again after that.