Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now. I had come too far to give up just yet. The crimson stain on my pants from the constant dripping of blood off of my back and chest made me feel queasy. I knew if I didn’t find a road soon, the adrenaline in my blood would lessen, and the gashes randomly placed throughout my body were going to catch up with me. I needed a plan now. An all-inclusive elk hunt through the mountainous terrain of southern Alberta led me to this trip from hell. The consistently flowing streams were a hunter’s dream in early winter as the snow pushed herds of the beautiful beasts down from the top of the mountains. It took patience and experience to bring down these prestigious, heavily hunted animals.
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Rays of sunlight peered through the leaves of the trees that towered over me. I had been driving for at least five miles, squeezing my four-wheeler through every crevice it could get through. The top of the mountains were getting closer and closer, so I felt that I needed to begin my journey on foot and leave the vehicle behind. Snow began to shower down as I walked up the mountain in search of the beloved stream. At around 9:30 a.m., I took a seat on a log in a clearing and opened my canteen filled with hot stew from the previous night. Done with breakfast, I screwed the lid of my canteen back on and unbuckled my backpack. The echoing of twigs being crushed behind me rang through my body. I froze as I heard the heavy breath of an unknown animal closing in on my position. My gun was on the ground at my feet, but I had a pistol in its holster on my hip. With adrenaline shooting through my veins, I pulled my pistol out and put a bullet in the chamber as I rotated slowly. My eyes locked onto hers as she hovered over her cubs. The hair on her neck stood upright and she warned me to leave the area with a s grunting. I began to walk backwards, keeping my eyes locked on her. A root tripped me up and my pistol fell from my hand. My eyes shot to the frightened vigorous bear as it ran towards me with one objective on it’s mind: to
Rays of sunlight peered through the leaves of the trees that towered over me. I had been driving for at least five miles, squeezing my four-wheeler through every crevice it could get through. The top of the mountains were getting closer and closer, so I felt that I needed to begin my journey on foot and leave the vehicle behind. Snow began to shower down as I walked up the mountain in search of the beloved stream. At around 9:30 a.m., I took a seat on a log in a clearing and opened my canteen filled with hot stew from the previous night. Done with breakfast, I screwed the lid of my canteen back on and unbuckled my backpack. The echoing of twigs being crushed behind me rang through my body. I froze as I heard the heavy breath of an unknown animal closing in on my position. My gun was on the ground at my feet, but I had a pistol in its holster on my hip. With adrenaline shooting through my veins, I pulled my pistol out and put a bullet in the chamber as I rotated slowly. My eyes locked onto hers as she hovered over her cubs. The hair on her neck stood upright and she warned me to leave the area with a s grunting. I began to walk backwards, keeping my eyes locked on her. A root tripped me up and my pistol fell from my hand. My eyes shot to the frightened vigorous bear as it ran towards me with one objective on it’s mind: to