Some say that a short, sharp sniff of the air is best. I disagree. It’s better to allow all the scents in the air to wash through you constantly and silently. Sniffing is noisy and can alert prey. Walking carefully on silent footsteps, my shadow only flitting briefly between the various long shadows of the trees around me, I follow the faint scent trail of my quarry.

It’s not long before I find my prey. Lazy. They’re not taking this seriously. This is no game.

I take aim and fire. Fluorescent green paint splashes all over their helmet. Their curses fade into the distance as I back away through cover.

Never see me coming, never see me leave.