human_beast Norm My Dad fell off a boat when he was sailing with friends; it was late at night and the were apparently very drunk, he drowned and died. I was sure I should have felt something, but shortly prior to his death I had started a hardcore drug binge, I felt nothing. But than, one day, I was contacted by his lawyer's and they informed that I had inherited most of his expansive estate. When they called I was tripping on mushrooms and ecstasy and having a threesome with two 17 year old blondes, who were also on ecstasy. The phone rang, the girls were amusing themselves while I sat in a recliner reflecting on what had just happened and trying to understand it, but the ring jarred me and broke me free from drug induced enigma. I answered with a panicked hello and a voice from the other side reluctantly gave me the news. directly after that is a bit faded to me now, apparently,I told the girls that we were in danger and we had to leave. As I ran around the house grabbing supplies and the girls quickly got dressed, confused and frightened, I told them I needed to escape to the forest because something very bad had just happened. They gradually became more and more terrified as they saw that my supplies were mostly axes, knives, rope, and canvas; "It's for the animals" I said without explaining. I left them in my house and immediately began driving to a piece of land in northern Canada that belonged to my dad, and now me. And there I stayed for one month. I had no food, no fire, no water, or blankets. But I had drugs and a lot of time to find food. I hunted with throwing axes and a large hunting knife and sometimes I would hunt duck and geese with a bow and arrow, which I made myself from branches. I caught salmon from a river by narrowing the stream and luring the fish into shallow water. I had to butcher the animals hanging on a rope tied between two trees and then I would cook the meat, put it in a sack and hang it from a high branch. I would usually manage to eat most of the animal before it went bad. One day I saw a moose, I could smell him strong, which meant the wind was blowing towards me and that he couldn't smell me. So I crept up on him, now a moose is a big animal but I had been in the wood for a month and I was pretty confident I could make a kill shot with my throwing axes. I was about 10 feet away from him hiding in a bush, I threw one axe and lodged it in it's neck and it screamed, but it was still standing. I quickly threw the next one it hit right next to the first, cracking the bone, and the weight of the antlers and skull quickly ripped what little flesh remained and it's head fell to the ground followed shortly afterwards by it's body. Now here's the exciting part of the story; while I was butchering my kill and celebrating with a fat blunt my axes and knife still at hand. From behind me came a mountain lion, I had seen it around before and we had now problems. It was growling and still coming closer, this cat was desperate, perhaps because it needed to compete with me for its food now. I tried to scare it away by shouting and failed. I saw in it's eyes that one of us was going to die, this forest wasn't big enough for two large predators. I threw my axe and it began to run at me and the axe grazed it's shoulder blade, then it jumped at me and exposed it's chest, I threw another axe and cracked open it's rib cage. It landed on my chest and used it's claws to tear at it with it's last bit of strength. I stabbed it 3 times in the neck and killed it. The wound in my chest was excruciating and deep I cleaned it with boiled water and cleaned my shirt which I did my best to fashion a bandage out of. I picked up my blunt that fell during the schirmish and examined my camp, it was a bloodied mess with a 500 pound moose cut into pieces hanging from a tree, and a 250 pound cat who just battled with a 260 pound man and lost, a fallen warrior with it's insides spilling out. I decided it was probably time to leave that place, so I removed the head of the lion as my trophy and left the woods. My truck parked on the side of the road was the first bit of civilization I had seen in a long time. I quickly drove to the nearest town to go to the hospital and a taxidermist. I went to the taxidermist first and showed off my wound, the weapons I used to kill the beast, and telling stories of my stay in the woods. Then two the hospital, which marks the end of my ordeal. 050621 ... Norm I'll never forget. 050621 ... NormArchive Spirit_animal... 160411 what's it to you? who go blather from