The Hunter - Sex Stories

The Hunter

The gun season for white-tail deer starts a week before Thanksgiving and even though ‘my’ woods are privately owned, hunters encroach on them from neighboring game lands. My grandfather's brother really owns the land, and he doesn't give a shit about hunters, so none of it is posted. When I hike into what I call ‘my’ cove during hunting season, I have to be careful or I could get shot. After what happened last year though, I’ve learned the risk can be worth it. My great-uncle owes 125 acres of wooded mountains. I spend so much time there that I feel like that it should rightfully be my property. That’s particularly true about the west side of the tract were a stony ridge drops down to a cove, a narrow valley with a creek running through it. In this cove, the trees grow exceptionally tall along the stream, and the earthy smells from the leaf litter, along with the light filtering through the dense canopy, give it a primeval quality. It’s cool here in the summer and it’s sheltered from the wind in the winter. As a bonus, the creek comes off of the rocky flank of the ridge as a 30 foot waterfall and drops into a pool 10 feet deep and 20 feet across. This is my retreat and, when I’m here, I often forget that the rest of the world is not so far away. Under the granite overhang of the ridge, I have a permanent campsite set up in front of a small, shallow cave, where I stash supplies. That way, when I hike in the only things I need to bring with me are my sleeping bag and fresh ...

... food. Everything else is already there. During the day I usually explore the ridges near by, but if the heat builds too much in the summer, I return to camp and strip off my clothes for a dip in the pool. The water is always cold, even in August. It will make you lose your breath and force your balls to pull up tight against your body, but on a very hot day the initial shock is worth it. Your whole body tingles long after you've climbed out. I typically stay naked for the rest of the day after a swim, which is okay since no one hikes into this cove but me. Even in the chill of late fall, I still get naked but, after skinny dipping, I drape a woolen blanket over my shoulders and sit bare-assed in front of a campfire. One day last November, I got a got an unpleasant surprise when I reached the campsite. To make things worse, my nerves were already on edge from dodging hunters on the hike in. When I got there, there was a guy with a rifle snooping around in my cave. I heard him before seeing him and immediately took off the bright orange vest I had worn to keep from being shot by deer hunters. Near the pool, I hid in the shadow of the waterfall where I could watch him without being seen. I sat very still while he searched my camp discovering the brushed off area where I slept and the nook where I keep a few of bottles of wine and beer. He looked around to check that no one was watching then laid down his gun and rummaged through my cooking gear. He found a corkscrew, opened a bottle ...