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It was a beautiful fall Saturday and the body of the fifteen year old Mighty Blond Hunter from Upper Grant Creek protested, “I don’t want to get up at 4:30 AM on a Saturday.” But the hunting instinct won out and the young blond hunter, his father and their friend, Steve, started out on an elk hunting adventure.

The sky was clear and the stars were a winkin’ and a twinklin’ as if they were smiling on the hunting party and silently whispering to the young hunter, “Good fortune will fall on you today. Follow your instincts and pray for guidance if you are unsure, oh wise, young and mighty hunter.”

“Do twinklin’ stars really speak words of wisdom and guidance,” you may be asking. Probably not, But, it is possible that Angels do by using the
stars.

By 6:30 AM the hunters were at their destination and had started the hunt. After a bit of a hike, they split up and the young Mighty Blond Hunter was intently watching and listening from the edge of a stand of trees. At a distance of approximately 150 yards away he saw a herd of elk cautiously and slowly entering the area from some brush. He had just raised his rifle, when all of a sudden, the Mighty Blond Hunter heard a loud sound directly behind him. It ALMOST scared the oppo out’a him. “Oppo” is “poop inside out”, in case you non-hunters didn’t know. Mighty hunters quite frequently encounter these type of “oppo” moments.

The sound was being made by a huge cow elk not more than fifteen yards away! Having inherited skillful hunting genes from his father, the young hunter quickly regained his composure, slowly brought his rifle around, sighted the cross hairs on the chest area of the elk and cut loose with one shot. The magnificent cow elk jumped high in the air, ran about 100 feet and dropped like a ton of bricks, with a bullet through the lungs.

The Blond Hunter ran up to his quarry, thinking, “WOW….for a minute there, I thought I’d missed……But….WOW….I didn’t………Humm…why do I
feel a little shaky NOW?”

The father and Steve both saw the elk go down, so came ‘a runnin’ with big grins on their faces, probably just as excited for the young hunter as he
was. However, the easy part was over……the hard work was about to begin. By now it was approximately 8:30 AM. They worked the whole rest of the day, guttin’, skinnin’, de-bonin’ and carryin’ the meat out on back packs. Father and son carried out the first load while Steve finished butcherin’ out the rest of the carcass. When father and son returned from the first trip, the three of them, again using back packs, carried out the balance of the 150 pounds of de-boned, delicious, eatable elk meat. Their successful elk hunting adventure ended at home about 5 PM that same day.

But the story doesn’t end there……. You remember that bear we talked about a while back? The one we heard singing, “Da bear went over da
mountain….ta see what he could see.”? A day or two after the hunt, that big black bear did just that, and do you know what he saw when he went
over the mountain? The remains of the elk shot by “the mighty Blond Hunter from Upper Grant Creek.”

Man oh man did that bear have himself a big ole’ feast. After he’d stuffed himself to the gills, he was so full he could hardly keep his eyes open.
He’s probably found himself that cave or hollow log and is fast asleep by now. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Papa (Jim Diede)

NOTE: Segments of the afore mentioned literary composition may be non-fiction, fiction, or fairy tale. Are you able to decipher into which
category the various segments fit?