By Ethan Johnson
No one talks about what happens immediately after you shoot a large mammal. The first sense that registers is smell, perhaps by default, because your eyes are still adjusting from looking through your scope, and your ears are still ringing from the shot. You smell gunpowder and then something foreign. It feels wrong, like someone has done something to upset a balance. And then you realize that you are the someone, and that foreign smell is blood. And you killed something.
Ethan Johnson is an undergraduate student at Bemidji State University, sports enthusiast, reality television junkie, video game addict, and self-diagnosed insomniac. He also writes.