Story
June 12, 1922. A man was sitting in his chair by the fire
under a blanket. He sat thinking about what to do on a Saturday night. He thought
some coffee was a good idea. He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He reached
for a cup and the coffee pot to pour a cup.
He filled his cup and went to sit back down when he heard a loud crash
in the woods. He put his cup down hesitantly and checked the window to see the commotion.
He saw nothing but snow and trees. He grabbed his boots, laced them up and
reached for his rifle and coat. Upon opening the door a gust of snow and wind
blew him back. Knocked on his back he
seen there was about 30 minutes of sun left before it would be set for the
night. He hoped to his feet while swinging his rifle around his shoulder. He set
out in the direction of the crash he heard. Slowly he walked through the forest
looking every which way for a sign of what happened. He noticed a clearing in
the passage ahead. 5 downed trees lay fallen in all different directions. Deep grooves
on the trees like claw marks seemed to be the cause of the downed trees. Something
had attacked or at least scratched the wood away to the point of total collapse.
He eagerly looked around to see if he could see the culprit as a loud roar
blasted from the right of him not 10 yards away in almost darkness now as there
was only a sliver of sunlight left in the sky. He raised his rifle and looked
through the scope. He seen a large object through his sites and thought it was
almost the size of an elephant as he had seen the shadow. He aimed for what was
thought to be the heart and fired. The bullet did nothing but anger the creature and cause it to charge
the man, he turned fast running back to his cabin pulling hard on the action of
his rifle. He reached to the stock of his gun and slid out a bullet to load the
rifle with, only to drop the golden casing in the snow. He stopped for a second
as he thought not to waste ammo but snapped back to reality as he remembered he
was now the hunted and no longer a hunter. He quickly started running again
while able to hear the creatures loud pants of breath right on his tail. The man
could see the cabin he had built on his birthday 8 years ago when he was 25 and
knew he would be safe soon. He ran as fast as he could making a fist with one
hand and gripping his rifle in the other. He sprinted towards the door and
slamming into the side of the cabin as he gripped the door handle and swinging
the door open and slamming it shut behind him. He thought he was safe but he
was wrong. He checked the window and seen the arm of a bear swing and break
through the glass just grazing his face with its claws, knocking him to the
floor gasping for air. He layed there wondering what just happened thinking
time was fading then he realized he was alright and ran to his gun safe as the
bear scratched and clawed at the door stripping it away bit by bit. He grabbed
his shot gun and loaded it with slug. Pumped the round into the chamber and
fired at the door, repeated and walked closer 2 more times. He approached the
half destroyed doors and seen the dead bear that was huge, almost the size of
and elephant just laying there exhaling its final breath. A very close call for
the hunter and his home away from home cabin.
