The Hunter's life was told in the many scars scattered across his body.
A few years before in Siberia, a massive Bear had nearly killed him. In Africa, a pack of Jackals took two fingers from his left hand. In Texas, a wild Boar was able to sink its tusks into The Hunter's shoulder.
Long-distance killing did not appeal to The Hunter. Anyone could look through a rifle scope and shoot an animal from a hundred yards away. The Hunter wanted his quarry to have a chance to kill him.
The Hunter was resting at his cabin in Montana when one of his friends sent him an e-mail about the sighting of a large beast in the Cascade Mountains of Washington State.The Hunter trusted his friend enough to plan a trip to Washington.
The Hunter rented a small cabin near the small community of Greenwater and pretended to be just another tourist.The day after his arrival, The Hunter unobtrusively began searching for any sign of the beast mentioned in the newspaper articles.
For several days there was nothing, but then one of the locals told him that the beast had recently been spotted near the house of a Mr. Mike Hessler.
The Hunter decided to concentrate his search around Hessler's property.
For three nights, The Hunter patrolled the forest around Hessler's house, but there was no sign of anything. On the fourth night, he saw something massive exiting what he assumed was a basement door. Using infra-red binoculars, The Hunter studied what appeared to be a seven foot, two-legged animal covered with a layer of thick fur. He estimated that the beast weighed at least three hundred pounds.
Using infra-red binoculars, The Hunter followed the animal into the hills. Eventually he noticed the animal heading towards a point of light on a bluff that was probably a campfire. The Hunter checked the crossbow that he always carried on hunting trips and rushed towards the unsuspecting campers.
The Hunter arrived at the campsite to find the massive beast attacking a man and a woman. The Hunter immediately put an arrow into the leg of the animal. The Beast, turned away from his victims and in a flash of speed he ran at The Hunter. A second arrow from the crossbow went into the animals shoulder before he could reach The Hunter.
Bellowing with pain and rage, The beast uprooted a tree and threw it at the Hunter. The impact of the tree destroyed The Hunter's shoulder and crossbow.
The Hunter drew his ten inch Bowie and stared at the furious animal. "|Cmon and get it you son of a bitch" he said quietly. The animal approached sure of its victory. Just then, one of the campers, tossed a rock at the animal to distract it which gave The Hunter just enough time to sink his knife into the belly of the beast. The animal screamed in pain and clutched at the knife. The blood loss from the other wounds had weakened the animal and the fight was over.
From the woods, a man that The Hunter recognized as Hessler emerged and stood over the dying beast "You didn't need to kill William" he said with tears streaming down his face.
A few years before in Siberia, a massive Bear had nearly killed him. In Africa, a pack of Jackals took two fingers from his left hand. In Texas, a wild Boar was able to sink its tusks into The Hunter's shoulder.
Long-distance killing did not appeal to The Hunter. Anyone could look through a rifle scope and shoot an animal from a hundred yards away. The Hunter wanted his quarry to have a chance to kill him.
The Hunter was resting at his cabin in Montana when one of his friends sent him an e-mail about the sighting of a large beast in the Cascade Mountains of Washington State.The Hunter trusted his friend enough to plan a trip to Washington.
The Hunter rented a small cabin near the small community of Greenwater and pretended to be just another tourist.The day after his arrival, The Hunter unobtrusively began searching for any sign of the beast mentioned in the newspaper articles.
For several days there was nothing, but then one of the locals told him that the beast had recently been spotted near the house of a Mr. Mike Hessler.
The Hunter decided to concentrate his search around Hessler's property.
For three nights, The Hunter patrolled the forest around Hessler's house, but there was no sign of anything. On the fourth night, he saw something massive exiting what he assumed was a basement door. Using infra-red binoculars, The Hunter studied what appeared to be a seven foot, two-legged animal covered with a layer of thick fur. He estimated that the beast weighed at least three hundred pounds.
Using infra-red binoculars, The Hunter followed the animal into the hills. Eventually he noticed the animal heading towards a point of light on a bluff that was probably a campfire. The Hunter checked the crossbow that he always carried on hunting trips and rushed towards the unsuspecting campers.
The Hunter arrived at the campsite to find the massive beast attacking a man and a woman. The Hunter immediately put an arrow into the leg of the animal. The Beast, turned away from his victims and in a flash of speed he ran at The Hunter. A second arrow from the crossbow went into the animals shoulder before he could reach The Hunter.
Bellowing with pain and rage, The beast uprooted a tree and threw it at the Hunter. The impact of the tree destroyed The Hunter's shoulder and crossbow.
The Hunter drew his ten inch Bowie and stared at the furious animal. "|Cmon and get it you son of a bitch" he said quietly. The animal approached sure of its victory. Just then, one of the campers, tossed a rock at the animal to distract it which gave The Hunter just enough time to sink his knife into the belly of the beast. The animal screamed in pain and clutched at the knife. The blood loss from the other wounds had weakened the animal and the fight was over.
From the woods, a man that The Hunter recognized as Hessler emerged and stood over the dying beast "You didn't need to kill William" he said with tears streaming down his face.
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