This definitely wasn’t a coyote kill, and no hunter would have done this they would have taken the head to have it mounted. It was the most grisly thing he had ever seen.
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The throat was completely torn out, and the stomach was ripped open, plus several of the internal organs were missing. Something about this kill just didn’t seem right. Looking at the remains, he felt a sense of dread come over him and icy fingers danced along his spine. It was a deer, a large eight point buck in fact. Jacob walked closer to get a better look, and found that he had been correct.
Stepping into the clearing Jacob saw the remains of what appeared to be a large deer, he wasn’t quite able to make out what he was seeing from this distance because the sun wasn’t completely up yet and the forest was still enveloped in shadows. Convincing himself that it was nothing more than a case of nerves, he continued to press on until he came to a clearing not far from his tree stand. He had to be alone, but if he was alone why couldn’t he shake this eerie feeling that was scratching at the base of his skull? Something was off today, there was a deafening silence there in the forest, no bird, or insects, only the sound of the wind in the trees. He got the distinct feeling that he was being watched, but by whom, this was his property, and it was posted, no one had permission to be on his land. Oh well, he thought, it’s going to be a good day anyway, especially if I bring home a big one! Jacob took about ten more steps when an uneasy feeling began to creep over him, he felt as though someone had stepped over his grave. Ten minutes out of the truck and he was already cold, and it was made worse by the cloudy overcast day, and the wind that was blowing steadily through the trees, making the autumn leaves rattle like dry bones. Jacob had gone little more than 500 yards into the densely wooded tree line when he began to wish that he had put on an extra layer of clothing to shield him against the chilly morning air. He got out of his truck and loaded his gun and sauntered off into the woods. He had travel about half a mile down that pitiful rut filled excuse for a road when he came to his desired location. After about two and a quarter miles he turned right again off the black top onto a dirt road that was gouged with deep mud filled ruts. He loaded his gear into his truck and pulled out of the drive way and turned right onto the one lane black top road that led to the backside of his property. After accomplishing tasks one and two, he packed himself a bologna and cheese sandwich for lunch, grabbed his Remington 30.06 hunting rifle, a thermos of coffee, and headed out the door. He topped it all off with a large cup of coffee that had left a bitter after taste on his tongue, in fact, he could still taste it. He wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted this morning, but he finally settled on toast, country ham, and scrambled eggs that were just a little too runny. How could it be this cold, this early in the year, he wondered as he started to work on his second task of the day, which was to prepare a breakfast that would stick to his ribs long into the day. He would most assuredly need them this morning to protect him from the bitter cold November morning. His first order of business had been to locate and rescue his gloves and camouflaged hunting gear from whatever undisclosed area of his home that his wife had hidden them. He began to prepare for a long day in the woods, on the back side of his farm. This is the year that I bring home my trophy buck, he thought, as he recalled the events of the day so far. This was going to be his year, and he was sure of it. He was certain that this location would give him an optimal line of sight to the neighboring field in which he frequently saw large herds of deer. Jacob cursed as he pushed through the thick underbrush trying to make his way to the tree stand he had built earlier in the summer. Author's note: This story is based on actual events.
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