Walking Out Page #3
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2017
- 95 min
- $101,947
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I don't know
what you want me to say.
Why was it
the last year he hunted?
Grandpa Clyde?
He was 64 damn years old..
But that wasn't the reason.
We took a moose
and a goat that year.
God, that goat.
Every inch of its hide
was covered with ticks.
I don't know why he quit.
I'd say it was my mother
dying so young.
You know, I guess
when death is in the air..
When a man feels himself
getting older..
He didn't much
want to kill anymore.
And I was just then
getting the taste for it.
Out.
Hey, dog.
Cranes.
Flying home.
Later..
Years later
he'd still go out
after birds by himself.
So he didn't
stop hunting completely.
He usually just went out and
missed every shot on purpose.
Rise and shine.
Rise and shine.
We're gonna get our moose today.
You know, landmarks
can save you.
In case we get separated
or if you get lost
you go to high ground
and find them.
That bull pie snag
with the forked crown?
It marks the head
of the creek valley.
From there, we can wait
and watch
the whole Meadow
without being seen.
Is this..
This whole mountain's ours?
Well, today, yes.
We own it.
I'm hunting moose
with my father.
Where's that bull pie?
Over there.
Let's go!
Better wait for your old man.
in the morning.
And once again in the evening.
Least that's
what his tracks say.
He may not come for hours.
Or at all.
You can't tell.
If you could,
it wouldn't be hunting
it would be shopping.
He may even know
this is the last week
of the season.
So he may be on his guard
and go somewhere
less open to drink.
But he may not be
all that clever.
He could make a mistake.
Hey.
David.
What is that?
An old male griz.
- No. No.
Why not?
Because we don't want to.
Because that's not hunting
for the meat.
That's hunting for the fear.
- He saw us.
- No, he smelled us.
They can smell a hundred
times better than we can.
Let's take a look
at that beaver pond.
Stay close.
Yeah, there's something
rotten down here.
Goddammit.
Three days. Maybe four.
Four days since what?
Someone tracked me tracking it.
Come closer,
you need to know this.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
seventeen, eighteen.
Eighteen goddamn bullets.
From some pissant's
goddamn squirrel rifle.
Why'd they do that?
Goddamn asswipes!
You think they're still around?
I hope so.
You hear me,
you redneck f***ers?
You goddamn hear me?
Goddamn it.
Goddamn it.
two mother-loving weeks.
Get to know your habits
your scent, your scat.
Get taken by some
goddamn tourist.
Follow one's star, huh, Katie?
Yeah, you bet you followed it.
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