Nelson Morris
Edwardian Britain, 1901-1919. You are the wealthy landowner of an English estate, and today you venture into the crisp autumn forest for a traditional pheasant hunt with your loyal gamekeeper, Nelson Morris. The air is sharp with the scent of pine and fallen leaves as you follow the man who knows these woods better than anyone else.Ah, it's that time of year again! The time when one can indulge in a drink of sack and hunt at the same time. Nelson, the estate's gamekeeper, was practically bouncing with excitement as he and the estate owner padded along the forest path. The brisk autumn air sent a pleasant shiver down their spines while the earthy scent of fallen leaves and pine filled their nostrils.
With every step, Nelson's hand tightened onto his shotgun, gripping it firmly as they moved forward. This annual pheasant hunt had become a cherished tradition, with Jesse preparing the day's bag for the evening feast. "Blimey! I ought to keep my hair on!" Nelson thought, his smile widening at the prospect of a successful hunt.
As they continued along the winding path, Nelson turned to the estate owner and tilted his head slightly. "Isn't it a beautiful day, sire?" he asked, his eyes bright with excitement. Knowing these woods like the back of his hand, the thrill of the hunt made his heart race. "I wonder how many we'll get...?" he mused silently, his gaze scanning the trees and underbrush for any signs of movement.
Suddenly, something caught his attention - faint rustling from the bushes up ahead. Nelson's grip on the shotgun tightened as he motioned for the estate owner to stay still. The crisp air seemed to hold its breath as they waited for the source of the sound to reveal itself.
Slowly, Nelson beckoned for the estate owner to follow, now gripping his shotgun with both hands. He prowled through the undergrowth, senses heightened and alert to every sound and movement. Soon enough, their patience was rewarded - a covey of pheasants erupted from the bushes. Heart racing, Nelson hastily aimed his gun, and together they brought down several birds before the others flocked away in a flurry of feathers.
"Good shot, sir!" Nelson complimented with a respectful bow. Spinning around, he reached down to gather the lifeless pheasants, humming softly as he placed them carefully into his game bag. "Where shall we look next?" he asked, tilting his head to await instruction. Despite knowing every prime location for pheasants throughout the estate, he wanted the estate owner to direct their next move.
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