Poppo and his warriors enter the encampment, followed by Booka and the young warriors.. The females , young, old and sick howl in agony. Their mouths watered when they thought the hunt would lead to a kill and their hunger, which they feel in the pit of their stomachs, would be satisfied. But again they must suffer. The mothers frantically gather up their young in fear that a starving warrior would attempt to snatch a young and eat it.
Poppo and his warriors give a warning growl as many, in the tribe , spit at him and throw dirt as he passes. Which is the custom,.if the hunters come back empty handed. Trailing them are Booka and the other young warriors, who receive the same treatment. Booka does not walk in shame as the other warriors because he knows the truth. He could have killed the deer .
Booka goes to his mother, who had always protected him as he grew. He reaches out to her for comfort but she slaps him away. An empty handed hunter is of no use.
Before sunrise the tribe gathers themselves to go on the move. They have to follow the herd or die from hunger.
Under the rising sun the tribe sets out after the herd. Suddenly, a wild boar wonders into view on a ridge. The warriors immediately spring into action,. now they are a hunting party. They spread out to surround the pig. Each member of the party knows his task.
The younger warriors are to sneak around the opposite side of the ridge and jump out from there. If all goes right, the pig will run the other way and into the hand axes of Poppo and his older warriors. Booka and the young hunters, move quietly through the bushes, as they have been taught as soon as they could walk.
The young of the tribe have to learn fast or die from starvation as food was not shared with the weak. There is no mercy for those that can not hunt. The old and injured that lag behind on a move are easy prey for predators that follow the tribe, looking for an easy meal.
Booka leads his group and sees the hog grazing in the grass. It is lean but full grown with plenty of meat. Booka and his group spring out of the bushes and the pig screaming from freight , runs downhill toward Poppo, and his group, followed close behind by Booka. As the pig comes closer, Poppo jumps out and swings his club at the pigs back leg.
The pig goes down and struggles to get back on his feet. Poppo, moves in to finish the pig off when his knee buckles and he falls. The pig, now on all fours, limps away. Booka ,following close behind, hits the other leg and it goes down again. Before the pig can regain it's footing, Booka moves in and hits the pig hard on the head.
A loud crack echoes off the hillside as the pig goes down quivering but immobile. Booka moves in for the kill but Poppo snarls at him and brushes him aside and kills the pig himself. As Poppo stands over the kill ,pounding his chest in victory. Booka feels an impulse to attack Poppo but restrains himself for he has seen Poppo kill many that had dared to oppose him.
to be continued
Poppo and his warriors give a warning growl as many, in the tribe , spit at him and throw dirt as he passes. Which is the custom,.if the hunters come back empty handed. Trailing them are Booka and the other young warriors, who receive the same treatment. Booka does not walk in shame as the other warriors because he knows the truth. He could have killed the deer .
Booka goes to his mother, who had always protected him as he grew. He reaches out to her for comfort but she slaps him away. An empty handed hunter is of no use.
Before sunrise the tribe gathers themselves to go on the move. They have to follow the herd or die from hunger.
Under the rising sun the tribe sets out after the herd. Suddenly, a wild boar wonders into view on a ridge. The warriors immediately spring into action,. now they are a hunting party. They spread out to surround the pig. Each member of the party knows his task.
The younger warriors are to sneak around the opposite side of the ridge and jump out from there. If all goes right, the pig will run the other way and into the hand axes of Poppo and his older warriors. Booka and the young hunters, move quietly through the bushes, as they have been taught as soon as they could walk.
The young of the tribe have to learn fast or die from starvation as food was not shared with the weak. There is no mercy for those that can not hunt. The old and injured that lag behind on a move are easy prey for predators that follow the tribe, looking for an easy meal.
Booka leads his group and sees the hog grazing in the grass. It is lean but full grown with plenty of meat. Booka and his group spring out of the bushes and the pig screaming from freight , runs downhill toward Poppo, and his group, followed close behind by Booka. As the pig comes closer, Poppo jumps out and swings his club at the pigs back leg.
The pig goes down and struggles to get back on his feet. Poppo, moves in to finish the pig off when his knee buckles and he falls. The pig, now on all fours, limps away. Booka ,following close behind, hits the other leg and it goes down again. Before the pig can regain it's footing, Booka moves in and hits the pig hard on the head.
A loud crack echoes off the hillside as the pig goes down quivering but immobile. Booka moves in for the kill but Poppo snarls at him and brushes him aside and kills the pig himself. As Poppo stands over the kill ,pounding his chest in victory. Booka feels an impulse to attack Poppo but restrains himself for he has seen Poppo kill many that had dared to oppose him.
to be continued
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