Hunted

Ian was hunting rabbits at the edge of some woodland.
A shot rang out, narrowly missing his shoulder.
He glanced around, seeing a figure in a mask bearing down on him. He ran into the woods.
Another shot rang out.
He dived for cover.
He paused, cocked his rifle and peered out of the bracken ferns.
The figure was about thirty yards away. Who was this masked maniac?
Ian aimed his rifle and fired. The figure dropped to the woodland floor.
Ian waited, then tentatively approached the body.
He knelt down and removed the mask.
To reveal his own face.