Quazzie

Sweat beading on my forehead, the suns rays beating down on me but I'm not even phased.  The tips of my elbows withstanding and supporting the majority of my upper body weight.  My body laying on the cool ground, my legs relaxed and split with my heels touching the grass. The buttstock of my rifle firmly fitting into the pocket between my chest and shoulder.  My right hand is slowly feeling cold and numb from the tightness of my sling cutting off its circulation while my left hand is grasping the pistol grip with my index finger straight off the trigger waiting...  Thoughts begin to cloud my mind... My eyes glance over to my target...it look