Bow Hunter Quotes & Sayings

I was a hunter. Skilled with both bow and arrow and gun. I stalked the weaker and slit their throats when they succumbed to my careful aim.
But sometimes I liked to ... miss. I liked to give them a small window of safety, all while closing the noose when they didn't expect it.
I liked to play with my food. — Pepper Winters

The journey across the study carpet took forever. Did time seem slower to anyone else? "Lady Miranda," he said, executing a slight bow.
Miranda's fist connected with his nose. — Kristi Ann Hunter

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Graff-'
'Not Graff,' the big man snapped, looking annoyed. 'The name is Garff-Garff!'
'Say, that's good,' the hunter said. 'Garff-Garff- that's even better than bow-wow. Do you know any other animal imitations? — Joe Millard

A bandit, a man-hunter, a lawbreaker, a bow for hire. I never wanted any grand cause. If it looks like I'm fighting tyrants, it's only because the world's so damned full of them that you can't draw a sword without crossing some of their laws. Easy as easy, it is, to become an outlaw. — Adrian Tchaikovsky

I've heard this sound before, she realized, her entire body tingling. She'd caught glimpses of it, like a distant haunting refrain, in her deepest moments of silence in the wood. When the long days stretched timelessly on, and her mind emptied of thoughts until there was only her footsteps in the snow, only the feel of the bow in her hand, the bite of cold on her cheeks. When everything else faded away, this sound was what was left. — Meagan Spooner

But the hunter was also the hunted,
For many of my arrows left my bow only to seek my own breast ... — Kahlil Gibran

JARED: Please stop saying feces. It gives me the creeps.
JOURNEY: I wish I could, but I'm genetically unable to bow to your will.
JARED: I've noticed that... — Bijou Hunter

You can learn more about hunting deer with a bow and arrow in a week than a gun hunter will learn in his entire life — Fred Bear

Her hands clutched at his upper arms.
"Y-you make me feel ... "
He glanced up at her, saw the way she was biting her lower lip and the tortured frown between her closed eyes. "What do I make you feel, honey?" he prompted in a low voice, unable to look away from her beautiful face, and he rubbed the heel of his palm against the hard bud of her clitoris.
Her body went wire taut, arching like a hunter's bow as she gasped for him.
"Unbalanced. — Edie Harris