BULT Hunting Simulator: built for realism relishers and ramblers

A few telling moments from my fourteen-hours-and-counting BULT odyssey. Moment #1. It’s roughly three hours since I first set foot on the sim’s soggy Yakutian map. Yet to slay a single duck, I chance upon a promising pond in the midst of a pine wood. Surely there’s a target or two lurking here. Stealing closer to the rippled mirror, a boot-snapped branch blows my cover. There’s a kerfuffle beyond the reeds and suddenly the cruciform silhouettes of two spooked fowls flash across the patch of darkening sky overhead. Instinctively I raise and pan my 12-gauge. Tracking the shrinking shapes, I…







